I’m just like my country/I’m young, scrappy and hungry/And I’m not throwing away my shot.
I’m just like my country/I’m young, scrappy and hungry/And I’m not throwing away my shot.
An addendum - chronic pain and the importance of a wartime consigliere.
Six months - beach days, people food and making a joyous noise which just happens to be my favorite sound in the whole world.
Low maintenance yet cute hair - perfect for a new mom working from home.
While you were sleeping…
Five months - big fish, big moves, movies, Mulaney and being better because we’re better together.
Four months - first taste of solid food, introducing you to “our” diner, hashtag Florida Baby and the promise of adventure to come.
Tell yourself what you want to hear/’Cause you have to believe/This will be my year - Semisonic.
Three months - Christmas, growing together and the Beatles philosophy of parenting.
Two Months - Celebrating firsts - smiles, holidays, election wins and two months being a family.
Happy Thanksgiving - stay local, stay small and stay safe. Also, eat a shitload of whatever carbs you like the best and call the people you love. They miss you.
One Month - coming home, enthusiastic dog kisses, storytime and the promise of growing up in the sunshine.
Thoughts on post-partum body image and realizing that your body is made for so much more than to serve as a hanger for your clothes.
“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.” - Kurt Vonnegut.
Breathe out so I can breathe you in/Hold you in.
In less than two weeks, I get to hold my son.
“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.” - John Muir.
Two pictures at 32 weeks
The importance of travel, the curative powers of the open road and the reiteration that Springsteen is always right - Baby, we were born to run.
Big Mom Energy, a nineties one-hit wonder, a tough week and what to do when things get overwhelming - talk it out.
Rob Sheffield said it best - love is a mixtape.