girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.

Category: Baby

  • Its a celebratory week here at Kenmore Place—Paulie’s birthday on Saturday, Viv’s fist birthday on Monday! We are having a little get together at the cousins restaurant to celebrate. A little coffee, a little cake, a lot of talking. Just what baby Viv enjoys. Everyone says it goes so fast. It does. At first it…

  • Out of nowhere, as he wrestles baby into a complicated onsie/dress combo, hubby exclaims loudly “Man, do I understand now why women are the way they are!” He went on to expound the tortures of every item being a different style, with different fasteners in different locations each time and everything either stretchy or clingy…

  • Ten months in, and we are still seeking sleep. Paulie stayed home to take care of Ci Ci when the daycare was closed yesterday. One big benefit of that is a nice long sleep in. He returned the favor for me this morning. Apparently Ci Ci (“chee chee”, in the correct Sicillian spelling) isn’t napping…

  • I think someone has a crush.   Posted with Blogsy

  • Look at her. Every parent says it, but it is a repeatable sentiment: When I see her little face it’s the only thing in the universe. Nature has a nice way of making sure we don’t eat our young.   Posted with Blogsy

  • Paul was out of town for work all week, leaving me alone with baby. He worried if I’d be able to manage on my own, I worried if four days would be enough alone time for me! It was so pleasant to get ready in the morning without tripping over each other. The nights, however,…

  • Fathers Day part 1 going great! I surprised him with a drop off at the cousins for drinks with his boys and friends –without wife and baby. Stay out late Paulie! Live a little! And let me enjoy the whole bed to myself a little longer. Part 2 tomorrow—sex and pancakes and auto cross. Not…

  • Despite the dangling amusements at her disposal, the soft cushion beneath her and the simplicity of the task, the existential angst she felt during tummy time was inescapable.

  • I thought it was bad when the daycare sent home a list of instructions for “child week” last month—wear this color on that day, dress up as your favorite character, and more. I have enough to do —work, baby, home. Do I really need assignments for my six month old? But I thought, it’s only…

  •   Great-Grandma Mickey said she’s going to live to be 104 so she can see Viv grow up. I’m now more concerned about being a first-time mom at forty than ever—Viv, have kids young so I get to be a Grandma too!   Posted with Blogsy