–Today is Elias’ one year birthday. Please join me in weep-clapping for my last baby ever. Hooray-sob! We are having a Double Birthday party for the kids this year since Isobel’s birthday is next week. Had Elias gone to term he would have been born on April 2nd, two days before Isobel’s fifth birthday on April 4th. As it is I’m glad there’s a bit of breathing room, and I’m even more glad that when we asked Isobel if we could celebrate Elias’ birthday at her party too she said, “Of course we can! He can have a Rainbow Dash party, too!”
–Elias is so close to walking. When he wants to be picked up he reaches up toward me and starts air-drumming imaginary bongos. Or he points. He just points as if to say, “You. You will pick me up and carry me around and do my bidding.” He’s learning to lean forward and kiss me and sometimes even remembers to close his mouth first. He puckers, clicks, whistles, and makes raspberries. He’s musical. He’s happy. He climbs on everything and gives me one thousand heart attacks a day. He is a delight.
–Again, things have been moving slowly on the everything-front. My energy and health is such that I eventually get all the important things done, but the key word is “eventually.” I might owe you an email, or a phone call, or a reply. Things that normally take only a day or so are taking me much, much longer. That’s just the way it is right now, with this body. I’d apologize but I am so tired of apologizing and explaining. I’m moving at glacial speeds, but I’ll get there. It’s not just the pain of the illness, or taking care of myself, it’s that I carry a deep fatigue, I’m soaked in exhaustion, and sometimes I can’t even will myself to move. It took me a really long time to realize I wasn’t lazy, I was very ill.
–Anthony and I have been together seventeen years as of March 24th. It’s amazing, but I think the more amazing thing is that we still like each other. A lot.
–It was no small feat but I managed to survive the wedding. The logistics of trying to plan a trip with all my medicines and health problems and a baby under one and a rambunctious kindergartner really tested my limits but I made it. Sadly the price to pay for attending an out of town wedding and dancing (!!!) to nearly three (!!!) songs was that I was completely out of commission for the next two days. No aquarium life list trip, no fancy restaurants, not even one trip to the beach. Disappointment welled up within me as we drove away from Monterey but I could barely get through breakfast. Sitting in the car was all I could muster, and I spent Monday on the couch as much as possible while my mom stopped by because she knew I would be, in her words, “crumpled.”
–We were gone only one night but the cats behaved as if they haven’t seen us in years. And it’s not as if they were alone–my mom stopped by to feed them. Ridiculous.
–There was some argument over which cheese was the best at the wedding. I’d like to definitively say it was the goat cheese.
–My favorite part of our trip was in between the wedding and the reception when it was just Anthony and I walking to our car. It was a beautiful walk, the path straddling the ocean and some undulating hills covered with plants. I took the more photos on that short walk than I did during the whole wedding put together.
–On the way home, we shared this exchange: Anthony: I think someone needs a diaper change! Me: We are driving by a dairy.
Hi i’m ted cruz, definitely not three toddlers stacked no sir. #breaktheinternet
A true friend threatens to squirt you with lemon when you have the illness blues. Thanks, Stefanie. I needed that.
Uni-Christ. This photo was taken at the wedding and it’s one of the most beautiful photos in existence.
Is Halloween getting too sexy for kids? Probably the other most beautiful photo in existence.
Panda bears don’t make very good goalies. This was about how my stint as a goalie turned out, too.
A tornado sucks in a bright rainbow. Isn’t this basically the plot of the Rainbow Brite movie…?
Garter and bacon as bookmarks. Unsurprising.
Press button. Receive cuttlefish. We were all getting tired of bacon grease all over our hands, anyway.
The greatest newspaper headline ever created. Anthony and I will always love the one about the secret Soviet plot of teaching cats to read, parachute out of planes, and assassinate the president. “A” is for “Attack,” Fluffy!
Quote of the Day. I’m going to stitch this into a sampler for Angela.
get money / eat cones. I am going to miss him so much.
There’s a book called “Pounded in the Butt By My Own Butt”, and if I have to know about it, so do you. There is a line from the synopsis that says this book contains sentient butt love. Sentient. Butt. Love. I can’t remember how I first found out about this, but reflexively I’d like to blame Angela.