Dear Sophie, Today, you turn one. Today, you look like I did as a child, hair in your eyes, food on your mouth, and your face full of wonder. Today, you have your daddy’s smile. Today, you are walking, smiling, playing, and getting into trouble. Today, you smelled the trees and saw the birds. Today, … Continue reading
THURSDAY, MAY 16, 2013 NOON I sat in the green room, tapping my heels on the floor. The fake leather vest I had bought at H&M clung to my shoulder blades. I was already sticky with sweat. After a brief wait, I was escorted down a nondescript hallway, people with headsets calling out commands. They … Continue reading
A thought occurred to me today: I have moved 13 times in 13 years. And then another: What the f*ck is wrong with me? In a brilliant attempt to make my life easier, my husband and I finally decided to relocate to Nashville. Whether it’s for a year or five, we don’t know, but since … Continue reading
“I’m having a nervous breakdown.” I clinch the phone against my chin while bouncing Sophie on my hip. Despite being 10 months old, she still cannot grasp how to squeeze her legs around my hip; instead, she dangles like a broken rag doll and I am always in the process of hoisting or almost dropping … Continue reading
The baby is sleeping. After hours of playing, distracting, attempting to feed, lie with, rock (all to be met with a stiff back and screeching), Sophie is finally passed out in her bed. After the horrendous tragedy that befell us two nights ago – which involved Alex and I in the kitchen and Sophie disappearing … Continue reading
I recently saw one of my best single girlfriends (shocker!) and of course, Sophie was in tow. Magically, she sat quietly and played with her toys while I lived vicariously through my friend’s exciting, unpredictable life. (She goes on vacation! She goes to restaurants! She gets dressed and leaves her apartment with nothing but a … Continue reading
Dear Sophie, Today, you are nine months old. Today, you sit, playing independently with your toys, screaming “Mama” anytime anyone comes within two feet of you. You have eight teeth, blondish hair, gray eyes and a world of personality. You can sit, stand, crawl and take sideways steps holding onto various pieces of furniture. You’ve … Continue reading
I don’t like to admit when I’m wrong. Before I entered the baby sphere, people told me all sorts of things. I took their words of “wisdom” with a grain of salt, as I do with most advice, instead knowing that our baby would be different. Our baby would sleep by herself through the night from birth. Our baby would never … Continue reading
I love my bed. It has seen its fair share of action, from a house in Nashville to two lofts and a condo in Chicago. It has been dragged through the grimy streets of Fulton Market, crammed into an elevator on Jackson and hauled up two flights of stairs in River West. It has been … Continue reading
There’s nothing better in the world than having a weekend with a baby (if sarcasm could drip, it would be pouring). For those moms who can cart their little ones off to their parents’ house (or have a sitter come to you), I am envious, and I salute you. For the rest of us who … Continue reading
