Everytime we go to Rouse’s you’d think I had a little celebrity on my hands. The girls behind the deli counter remember his name – both of them – Constantin and Tin – and they even remember his birthday (scary!). Then at the check out, about 10 women converged on him like he was chocolate ice cream – read: they were looking for a spoon to eat him up. This little boy is a flirt…
I was speaking with friends yesterday who were sitting on their porch having a nice afternoon. We were talking about weight and family issues as girls are want to do. One said that her philosophy is that as you age you become more of you and that is why it is difficult to maintain some relationships as we age. If more of you and more of someone else just don’t match up than it is…
I broke the milestone today on my weight. My desirable weight is 150 lbs. I’m 5′ 8″. That’s not let’s say ideal for the general population who likes to see their women skinny as a chicken in Cuba, but it’s ideal for me and when I feel and look my best. I’ve weighed as little as 118 lbs and as high as 170 lbs in my adult life. The 170 lbs was my first marriage…
We got a call today about a possible adoption, a baby girl due December. “Doesn’t Tin need a sister?” the voice on the phone said. Uh, let me call you back, I said. If there were world enough and time, yes. But right now we want to focus on this blessing before our cup runneth way over.
We always have to have a little music for our day to be complete. We read the farm animal book three times and then I put on Barry White. Tin has some new funk moves he has been developing the last few days – Barry was the perfect catalyst to work through some of them.
The pediatrician or the vet – same thing right? The way they greet you as if they haven’t seen you in years – awesome. And when it comes to what to do with a child who has a ton of energy and a dog who hops, it’s the park. Lots of walking we’ve been doing these days – lots of walking. Look at this boy’s tired eyes after he ran up and down the Exposition…
I keep thinking about the article in the NYT magazine about Treme when it said that New Orleans is all about the moments. Like the moment when we were about to come out of the park yesterday, and I noticed, beside the white stairs that are in the meadow that are an installation post-Katrina that signify the steps home, a gold chair made of twigs and leaves. I did a double take. Today Tin and…
T is coming back this Saturday from her 15 day jaunt to Europe. It’s what Europeans do – they jaunt. Meanwhile, she wants to know if I miss her and I have this to say about that: yes, I do. Despite having needed this time alone, I can’t say that Tin needed this time alone or that I would have taken 15 days to be alone with my thoughts. But having said that, yes I…
T has been gone for 12 days and Tin misses her tremendously. He heard her voice on the phone early this morning as I was trying frantically to get her up on Skype video and feed him his bottle with the other hand but alas we couldn’t connect. He then started crying and flailing around and basically was inconsolable. I tried to hold him, bounce him on my knee, and finally took him a stronghold…