I look at Holden and I still cannot believe he is here. That he is so beautiful and so sweet and so smiley and so ours. It is amazing and heartbreaking all at once to know how differently things could have gone, how he could have not ever come into my life. I read a blog by a local woman who has been trying for years to have a baby — I’m talking multiple rounds…
Moldy Old Holdie: Two things. One. Sorry about the new nickname. I don’t know how it happened or where exactly it came from, but I use it sparingly so as to not dent your delicate sense of self-esteem, which I imagine is forming as we speak. You are not moldy or old; you smell wonderful (usually — we’ll get to that in a minute) and you are still very young and sparkly and new. It’s…
His daddy got him to laugh before I did, and so did Aunt Kristin when she visited over the weekend. But I finally got him to laugh at me on purpose and on camera today, after many, many attempts involving ridiculous noises and faces. Filmed surreptitiously because as soon as the phone gets in his line of sight, he freezes.
I just finished my first full week back on the clock. My boss mercifully is letting me work from home this month, and my workload all week was pretty light so I could get adjusted to being back. And so I could work out the technological kinks involved with a remote login (and there were plenty of technological kinks, but mostly in the form of my router dying midweek and then my new one coming…
Mr. Buds: Listen, I don’t want to inflate your ego too much because you are still a very new person, but this month you became known as THE BEST BABY IN THE WORLD. I will tell you how. First off, you started really smiling. Like, all the time. Big, wide, gummy smiles that span from ear to ear and make your left eye just a smidge squintier than the right. These smiles come especially easy…
I really need to start writing a script for these vlogs so I will have something to actually talk about.
Some day in 14 years when I am scolding Holden for eating Jolly Ranchers and putting his expensive braces at risk, I am going to wistfully think back to when he was a wee babe and wish for simpler times when I could hold him in my arms and get a grin out of him just by smiling wide. I know my memory and its tendency to function as a black hole (I have already…
In addition to Mr. Buds and Stretchy Buds, we’ve got: Yawny Buds Seepy Buds Sweet Baby Buds Shrieky Buds Poopin’ Buds Stinky Buds Grumpy Buds Burpin’ Buds Sad Buds Splashy Buds Bouncin’ Buds
How can someone be in this world for a mere 10 weeks and know so well how to command my heart? Ridiculous.
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