I wanted a prettier template. So I found one. And Andy spent much of the evening making it work. (Thank you, my love.)
“If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.” —Juan Ramòn Jimènez
I wanted a prettier template. So I found one. And Andy spent much of the evening making it work. (Thank you, my love.)
“If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.” —Juan Ramòn Jimènez
Last night, when I was nursing Sophie one last time before her bedtime, she spit up. Lately she’s been spitting up small amounts fairly frequently. A trip to the doctor and a check of her weight (27 ounces gained in 22 days) confirmed she was OK. But last night … I had no idea so much could come from someone so little! It was everywhere—all over her pajamas, the rocking chair, my shorts, my tank top, and, somehow, my underwear. Be thankful I don’t have a picture. I thought surely she’d wake up in a few hours starving. But then, she slept from 12:30am to 6:30am. Go figure.
“Babies are always more trouble than you thought—and more wonderful.” —Charles Osgood
A couple weekends ago, when Kyle was in town, Sophie went to her first birthday party. Amanda, my cousin’s daughter, turned three. Here she’s blowing out her birthday candles.
Sophie clearly had a lot of fun. Here she is at the end of the party, completely worn out.
“Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.” —Jean Paul Richter
Saturday Liz, Sophie, Andy and I went to the Butterfly Show at Krohn Conservatory.
One landed on my shoulder.
Sophie slept through the whole thing.
“May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun
And find your shoulder to light on,
To bring you luck, happiness and riches
Today, tomorrow and beyond.”
—Irish Blessing