OK, so I'm not a babies person. I don't coo over spit up and "oopsies!" about poopsies. I'm that girl testing different nail polishes at Target, hearing a kid throw down a tantrum, thinking "OH. See? It is so hard to raise kids. Now... should I do a hot pink for winter..." And if I catch … Continue reading Hello Hadley.
Dear Frankenstorm, don't wash my family and friends away on the East Coast! But DO force my parents to figure out how to charge their cellphones in the car. Because they should know how to do that (by the time they read this, because we just talked about it, right Mom?). ONE of my family … Continue reading BART-ing Around.
You guys. Today, in the midst of my freelance and before heading off to my delivery job, I went on an internet date. With an extraordinarily handsome man. And his Mom. He's a bit of a momma's boy at the moment, but he has like THE best personality ever. My sister set up this Skype … Continue reading Skyping with Hudson.
When I was three, the Valentine's fairy brought me what would turn out to be the most miraculous of all past and future Valentine's Day gifts: A friggin' baby sister, Leslie. I don't remember if I was excited about this, or what. But I've heard tales of my trying to lift her tiny infant body … Continue reading Butter, my Valentine.
I am not a baby person. I don't currently have the desire to possess my own helpless likeness. Nor do I feel the urge to dig my hands into every passing stroller for a quick oochi-goochie-goo. BUT HOLY CRAP HOW CUTE IS MY SISTER LOOK AT HER LITTLE OUTTIE BELLYBUTTON HOW IS SHE SO SKINNY … Continue reading Sister Baby Bump.