Being with Briar is always special. In the morning it’s her appetite for life. She is genuinely excited to be awake, to kiss us, to laugh, to eat breakfast, to go downstairs and see her things. At night it’s how grateful we all are to be together, or the discovery of something new. A book she hadn’t seen before because she hadn’t been able to reach, climbing into a toy box to play or read a book, a new food at dinner. My lunches with Briar are still so magical. She is excited every day when I arrive. She literally squeals and runds to me. Sometimes we nurse, other times we just play and read. The first group of pictures were taken one morning.…
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So many times I have meant to pop online and jot down a few notes.Clearly, with my last entry having been November 29th, I have not done so. The things I wanted to share: Briar watching a Baby Einstein dvd and “mooing” at the farm animals. Briar entering a phase of extreme sharing – every food, every drink, book or toy, she extends her pudgy little hand and offer a bite, sip or glimpse of whatever she is enjoying. A new level of interaction: she understands so much of what we say, demonstrates the need to receive of give affection, really listens and tries to respond. The continuing magic of the bedtime process. She loves her stories and time rocking with mom or dad.…
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Being pregnant can present a number of challenges, not the least of which is the monumental task of getting dressed in the morning. You genuinely don’t know from one morning to the next what will fit. I have finally started to show and am in what I affectionately call the “fat chick at the bar” stage. My apologies to any portly bar flies who might be reading this. What I mean is that I am not obviously pregnant to folks that don’t know me and because I have a paralyzing aversion to the sailor collar, bell shirt, and general “Look at me, I am with child and virginal looking at the same time” style of maternity clothing, I end up wearing larger sizes of…
Wednesday my boss sent me home from work at 4, “Happy Thanksgiving,” he said. Sean had my car as he had planned to pick Briar up early- we bought a forward facing seat a few weeks back and it lives in my car. It was cold, but not wet so I decided to walk home. I stepped outside my office, zipped up my coat, tucking my scarf in tight under my chin and started on my way. I took the main road, looking around and breathing in the energy that was charging through everyone around me – “HOLIDAY. VACATION. HOLIDAY. VACATION. FAMILY. FAMILY. FAMILY.” I can’t remember the last time it felt as if everyone in the world was just in synch. I don’t…
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Ever feel like you end up saying or thinking, “I didn’t mean it that way,” a hell of a lot more than is ok? Sean and I have been on parallel paths for a while now, and by parallel I don’t mean side by side or together, I mean doing separate activities at the same time. It’s necessity. It’s owning a small business. It’s being parents of a toddler. It’s the reality of living in today’s world.And above all that, it sucks. I miss him. He misses me. Briar misses him. It all translates to everybody being frustrated. Why is it that when what you want the most is to hug or talk or just be together little things getting the way and you…
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