Wednesday, October 25, 2006
I wish you could hear the screeches of Pie Pie when she thinks she’s gotten away with something. The screams of anger when she doesn’t get away with it. The random babbling when she’s telling herself stories. The way she sings “Row Row Row Your Boat,” “Tap Tap Sweetie,” and “Happy Birthday” when she’s in [...]
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
So after it all–the tears, the all-night feedings, the Ferber appointments–we’ve given in. Night after night for the past two weeks, a little munchkin has been squashed between me and Adam. I wake up with Curious George wedged in my face, feet crammed beneath my legs, and a little arm thrown against my side. Yes, [...]
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
One child is supposed to go to bed at 8:30, but she wants to go to bed at 7. The other child is supposed to go to bed at 7:30, but he wants to go to bed at, oh, never. Doodles loves to listen to music and dance. I’m sick of most of his music, [...]
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
The world is conspiring against me. My children are healthy. I am not. Last weekend was the weekend of my final long run before the marathon. I spent all last week on and off with a fever and was stressed I wouldn’t get my final long run did. On Sunday morning, I was determined to [...]
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Sweetie Pie had her third–and no, not final–visit with Dr. Ferber today. He nicely said, “You’re almost there! Why don’t you come back one more time.” So what did she do tonight? Let’s just say I’m typing this over her nursing little body that is clearly not asleep. Yeah, we’re almost there. As long as [...]
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
You like my new tattoo? The one across my forehead reading, “Sucker”? For Doodle’s sick day, he got to watch pretty much as many videos as he wanted. When I was a kid and I was sick, my mom would bring the TV into my room, and I had free reign with it. Well, since [...]
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
It used to be I ran for “me” time. Now I run for “sanity” time. According to my training schedule, I was supposed to do five miles this morning. I did eight. As I said to Adam when I returned, “Sorry for taking so long. I started running and, well, I didn’t want to come [...]
Wednesday, October 4, 2006
Good evening. I’m Jenny Brown. And you’re not. Our top story tonight: Generallissimo Francisco Franco is still dead and Doodles is not potty trained. In music class, I turned Sweetie Pie upside down while dancing, and a shower of crumbs came raining out of her crevices. I’d feel a lot better about the incident if [...]