Rip Van Wrinkle

Henry slept 13.5 hours STRAIGHT last night.  No magic button needed.  This is 2.5 hours more than he normally sleeps in an entire 24-hour cycle.  I’m not jinxing it if it’s in the past, right?

Baby College

I was listening to Act One of “This American Life” (“Harlem Renaissance”) on my way to yoga Sunday morning.  The story was so compelling that I considered sitting in my car in the parking lot and missing class to hear the ending… but I didn’t and that ended up being a good thing since I [...]

The Magic Button

For basically a year now, we’ve been getting up at 5, 6, sometimes 6:30 am (if we’re REALLY lucky).  It was taking us at least an hour to put Henry to bed because he’d cry at some point after we left his room.  We were just resigned to the fact that other kids sleep more, [...]

He Went to Riley’s Obedience School

Henry fought his nap like a motherfucker today.  I finally put him in his crib and walked out of the room.  He played for about 20 minutes.  He started to fuss.  Instead of going back in the room, I said, “Go to sleep!” over the monitor… and he did!  For two-and-a-half hours!  Who knew it [...]

Yogi Junior

Tonight as I was putting Henry to bed, I finished singing one of the songs we sing in yoga, and he started chanting, “Om!”

Letter to Henry Wallace, 17 months

Dear Henry,
I’m terribly remiss with your letters.  I’m late with this one and I didn’t write one at all last month.  The reasons go hand-in-hand.  And this letter might end up sounding more to me than you.
This month your namesake died.  He did not just die: he hanged himself.  This happened to be the week [...]

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Rest in peace, David Foster Wallace.

Three More for the Poop List

1) The other day I attempted a stand-up diaper change, not knowing I had a poopy diaper on my hands.  I unfastened the tabs and, Plop!  Out rolled a nice-sized ball of poo on my bedroom carpet.
2) For some reason, the babysitter decided not to rinse the poo off one of Henry’s diapers yesterday, so [...]

7 Years Ago Today

On a dark corner off 58th Street, between Broadway and 8th Avenue in NYC, I shared my first kiss with my future husband.

Posting Will Be Light

We’ve been trying to find a new care situation for Henry for the past couple of weeks since our beloved nanny went back to teaching preschool this week. We thought we were ready for Montessori, but I changed my mind last minute. We entered someone else’s nanny share and after protracted contract negotiations [...]