Revelry Reverie

The little fella couldn’t stay still long enough to get a crisp image, but that’s perfectly fine. He’s 3lb 13 oz (52nd percentile) and healthy as a horse. A horse that lives in my uterus and insists on kicking and pushing a great deal. He’s positioned himself head-down (at least for now, but he’s felt…

How does the school photographer get such great shots?

While Bob and Henry went off to watch baseball today, Ele and I had a girl’s day. First, we had pedicures – Ele picked our polish, but I’m sure I’ve picked this same color – then we went to Target and Ele got new flip-flops and a ball, and then we came home and had…

“Mama,” Henry said, “I want to paint my nails.” He picked out a color, and got settled at the table. I started painting and he said in his quietest voice, almost to himself, “blue is my favorite color. Why do people say boys don’t wear nail polish and it’s just for girls?” I wasn’t sure…

I’m beginning to suspect my word of the day calendar is making up words.

He literally asked to play musical chairs by himself. So we are. I’m in charge of the music.

It’s a legos and cocoa kind of day.