“Don’t put that on Instagram” she says, as I snap pictures of her digging into the cookie dough we’d just made together. She’s long had final say of what bits and pieces of her life I can share online. “How do you know about Instagram?” I ask, fully aware that she scrolls through my feed liking photos but never having… Read more →
Category: Future Therapy Bills
Hip to Big Kid Stuff
A couple of months ago, Dee and I were at Super Target (where I now do so much of my grocery shopping because HOLY HELL is it well priced there) and passed by the newborn section. She spotted a bear rattle and {like she says about pretty much everything cuddly she lays eyes on} she announced: “Mommy, I want that… Read more →
Show me that smile again…
It’s one of my clearest memories. I’m three years old and I’m on gurney at Children’s Hospital downtown — there are no photographs of this moment, so I know the memory is all mine — so I’m three years old, and the gurney has bars like a crib, to keep me from wiggling out. The doctors and nurses are… Read more →
Summer Travels When You CAN’T Just Pick Up and Go.
It‘s kind of like a trunki for grownups. I mean, even though I have a full set of luggage that Scott and I share for the wedding, there’s something about this case that SCREAMS Business Traveler. Either that or “I implement my odd sense of humor into even my travel gear.” {more accurate.} At any rate, I totally freakin’ want… Read more →
Why can’t I get used to my life?
I pace a LOT these days. I thought that by the time Dee had hit 20 mos, I’d have this whole momming thing in the bag and be moving on to new knotches in my belt. But instead, I still have this strange phantom anxiety and guilt about my life and the way I lead it. WTF is up with… Read more →
The Seavers Were Liars
I grew up in a world, a certain faction of LA’s San Fernando Valley {AKA The818}, where there wasn’t a lot of raw truth being served up with the noodle kugel. I’m not saying my friends and family are a bunch of liars ~ obviously I’m not saying that ~ but when something went amiss in our world, there… Read more →
Does Elvis Talk to You?
Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a really good movie. And I’m not talking about that silly TV spin-off that came a few years later with Booth from Bones and the chick with two first names. {Oh, yeah I TOTALLY went there.} Anyway. GOING MENTAL. I remember the first time I heard the Buffster say it to rufus in my fave… Read more →
Aftershocks.
My psychiatrist recently told me it could take a year or more to truly recover from postpartum depression. {Like, picture that scene from Good Will Hunting where Robin Williams is being all creepy intense with Matt Damon going “it’s not your fault” – it was kind of like that, but with more squirming uncomfortably and less crying and emotional man-hugs.} … Read more →
DeeDee bit my nose.
Dudes, seriously ~ can you see that? That red mark at the end of the arrow? Those are my child’s teeth marks on my face from where she sank her fangs into my flesh while laughing like a maniac. What started as a giggle fest on the kitchen floor, quickly a took a turn for the torturous as she clamped… Read more →
How they’re hangin’.
I know. I know. It’s what makes me a crappy blogger. I totally went on and on and on and poured my heart out about my feelings and fears on finally starting the weaning process after a year of breastfeeding, and then I never came back to tell you how it went. If Delilah were attending Boobie-Juice Anonymous meetings, she’d… Read more →