There is something so wonderful about being an older mother, about having lived my life a thousand times over before meeting Tin and helping him to make his way through his life. There is also an ease to love at this age, I know myself better today than I did yesterday and this person is committed to commitment, to making this relationship work by allowing it to grow organically and not stepping in to guide…
I saw some satire a million years ago, maybe on Saturday Night Live and it was a woman saying, “I’m a doer,” and perhaps she was Italian, perhaps it was a movie and not TV, but I remember thinking, ack, that’s me, I’m a doer! I’ve been taking care of business all my life – rushing from here to there, deadset on getting whatever project I started done and undertaking projects when there is really…
I got up this morning and hit the ground running – Loca and I fled out the house to take a run in the park, still cold although it is supposed to warm up tomorrow, back home huffing and puffing, get ready for a slew of calls, and then bing bang, get Tin, feed bottle, prepared breakfast, nanny early, this that, bing bang. Then I just took a breather and was looking at something online…
In Rouse’s tonight at the deli counter getting sliced Muenster cheese, the girls behind the counter were oogling Tin who looked so damn cute in his striped zip up sweater and he was flirting right back, I just couldn’t believe he was my son!
A friend from Croatia writes of the cold, another in the Midwest complains bitterly of the cold, and we down here unaccustomed to cold are waiting impatiently to complain about the heat.
I’ve been in this swirling multitasking mini vortex for the past couple of days and I was running to go to yoga and ended up driving over to the Earhart Expressway. I was headed to my mother’s house. Good grief. I caught myself before turning on Earhart and quickly turned around to make my yoga class. When I got there we had a sub for Michele, but it’s Erin and I like him so it…
Loca and I went for a walk run through City Park this morning but before we got off the front porch I turned to look at the bayou because I heard what sounded like a human being jumping in the water – instead it was two large Louisiana pelicans juking and diving and a merry band of cormorants swimming around them. Not a human was stirring as it is the day after Mardi Gras here…
Yesterday, was the biggest spectacle on the planet right here in our fair city – Fat Tuesday or Mardi Gras – and ain’t we got fun – WHO DAT? It was Tin’s first Mardi Gras and our first as a family and I know next year, Tin is not got to fit in a pack (big resounding sigh). I walked from 9AM till 3PM with 20 pounds strapped on my chest and wondered why when…
We saw a lot of families out in costume yesterday on Fat Tuesday – the family of monkeys, skunks, a pink family and a blue family and you name it sort of family. Everyone thought that I was carrying around a fake baby in my pack because when Tin was napping, I’d have the flap pulled over his head. Yes, this is a real baby, is what I said countless times. And sometimes I have…
We woke this morning on Mardi Gras day and we had our MG plan intact. I sewed the hay in the costume last night so that I could be the Scarecrow instead of sexy Dorothy because it was frigid cold (50s – ha!) and then we set about getting the TinMan ready for his first Mardi Gras. We were outfitted with bottles, wipes, diapers, sandwiches, extra clothes, water, sippy cup, you name it, we were…