Monday, February 28, 2005
Have a cuppa
Scott hates rap. He sees no redeeming value in it. Well, except Outkast. But I’m always trying to point out that there is a redeeming quality to rap, if you understand the socio-cultural and historical placement. He insists it isn’t music.Anyway, I...
Saturday, February 26, 2005
If you see this man, give him a hug
Scott decided to go to the store with both the dog and the baby. He must have had a head injury to do that. After he dropped Scrabble at Petsmart for a nail trim and flea bath, he went to Wal-Mart. Emerson helped him look for shoes by screaming the...
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Everyone Please Go Away
My husband was picking up dinners in 75-80 degree weather. Some old lady walked up to coo at Emerson and said, “Ohh. Did your daddy bring you outside without a hat?” Yes, but usually we just leave her head at home.My mother-in-law came over to visit,...
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Crossed Words
I’m back at work from maternity leave (2.5 weeks later; must be a record) and I miss Scott and Emerson so much it’s painful. When I get home after my second day, Scott gives me a play-by-play on what they did that day.Scott: We slept in the bed together,...
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
The Exorcist
Our normally complacent infant has been screaming her head off all day. After 5 straight hours of nap-free fussiness, during which I cannot manage to take a shower or walk the dog due to the ravings of my little hellmonkey, Scott comes home and offers...
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Baby Signs
We’re Emerson on simple baby sign language like “mama” (a hand brushing her cheek) and “dada” (tapping your hand to your temple). Normally in sign language the sign for an individual is the first letter of their first name, which you make the sign for...
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Mominator
Mom: “So Target next?”Me: “No, I forgot the gift card. We’re going to use it for some Baby Einstein toys for Emerson.”Mom: “Some what?”Me: “Baby Einstein toys.”Mom: “Oh! Well, as long as they’re not Baby Frankenstein toys.....
Friday, February 04, 2005
New Baby Smell
Me: She spits up a lot.Scott: I changed into my Queen shirt because she knows not to spit up on it.Me: Really? What’s that on your shoulder?Scott (checking out the whitish stain on the black shirt):“Uh... Spit up. Dammi...
