I'm not sure what I was expecting. Taking her to school. I should have guessed what would have drummed up inside me ready to spill everywhere, leaving a trail of years and memories between here and Brooklyn. But I didn't see it coming, not all of it. I am very used to living in the present, but was shot out of a canon to the past. So many times over this past summer. Just shot towards her birth and the beginnings of all of us, the beginnings of Jeff and me. But being hurled past it in a rush of memories it is so hard to see it all the way you saw it then.
today we went to the Ex- or, the Canadian National Expedition- a Toronto institution. rides, the midway and crazy stuffie prizes, the Sphere of Death, sand sculptures, ribs, corn dogs, ice cream and donuts. my man and I used to go before we had kids, and now everyone is old enough to appreciate it.
so fun!
Japanese restaurants have never been my thing; they are inherently expensive, too formal and smell like raw fish. I'm not a fan of any of those things. So, why I thought I could work in a place where I couldn't turn my back on the Head Chef for more than a brief moment...I don't know. I worked a single shift on Monday night, for 5 hours and it was an experience that utterly bewildered me. Did I
Photo by Mike Rowe. When I tell people we don’t allow toy weapons in our house, I get one of those knowing looks. This look is the dreaded “you’ll see” combined with an accusation: unrealistic control freak, in the house!
In honor of the first-year anniversary of the release of my memoir Gringa: A Contradictory Girlhood (Seal Press, 2009), I’m offering up the recipes at the end of each chapter–one a day. Keep in mind that although the recipes are narrative (referencing the previous chapter’s adventures) you can absolutely make them and come out with something delicious!
Photo by Rachel, used with Creative Commons license. Like many kids his age, my 20 month old son Conan LOVES juice, likes milk, and doesn't much care for plain water. When we went in for his 18 month checkup in June, our pediatrician told us that we needed to
a) make sure he stayed hydrated during the summer heat
b) give him less milk (24 oz or so a day – including the bedtime bottle)
c) give him less juice
I had an appointment with the perinatologist today and discovered that this baby is breech. Still. Or again. Cause I swear he turned and was riding low for a week or two. But he is definitely all up in my ribs again. Estimated to be about 6 1/2 pounds now at 36 weeks. Still measuring a week older - 37 weeks and they estimate him to be around 8 1/2 pounds if I go a full 40 weeks by dates. That is fricken crazy. That sounds huge to me. Jackson was 7 pounds and he was a week late. This is a huge baby! I can't imagine birthing such a big baby.
Today is single parent day on Offbeat Mama! Single ladies (and gentlemen!), pay attention, because Steve is one DILFY (and single!) dude. -Stephanie
This is my friend Steve and his daughter Ruby.
Photo courtesy of cfisherphotography
Today is single parent day on Offbeat Mama! Jasmine's post covers a lot that is fabulous about single parenthood, and also some aspects that are less so. -Stephanie
Eduardo and his paleontology teacher and family friend, Aaron. Being a single parent can have its up and down moments.
Up: You get to name your child without any interference or compromise. Win!
In honor of the first-year anniversary of the release of my memoir Gringa: A Contradictory Girlhood (Seal Press, 2009), I’m offering up the recipes at the end of each chapter–one a day. Keep in mind that although the recipes are narrative (referencing the previous chapter’s adventures) you can absolutely make them and come out with something delicious!