You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire […]
(Seriously. Well, not totally seriously. Not actually fishing. Maybe frog catching. But not fishing. By fishing I mean, on vacation. Which is kinda weird, right? Why is fishing associated with holidays? Fishing involves worms. Ugh.)
It’s Jasper’s second birthday. I would be celebrating, if I weren’t sniffling fat, maudlin tears into my Cabernet. I love that he’s getting bigger, that he’s turning into a boy, I do. But also, I hate it. I hate it […]
Jasper, age 22 months, prepares for his future as a skate park punk.
… about who this boy belonged to… … you can just reflect upon whether or not there is any resemblance between him and his mother: Yeah. Someday, he might have a mullet like that. If he’s lucky. (These photos demonstrate […]
Well, most of us. Pneumonia and stomach flu – yes! both! at the same time! – have knocked me and my husband and Emilia right off of our feet. But not Jasper: Jasper believes that there’s no plague that can’t […]
I’m not sure who is worse off, him or me. Do mothers ever get over feeling anxious and guilty when their little ones get sick? Or is this just motherhood: one long stretch of joy woven with frustration, anxiety and […]
Jasper likes to dress up as a ballerina. He likes to dress up like a ballerina, it seems, because twirling is much more fun when you have something around your waist that twirls with you. Jasper likes to twirl. He […]
Jasper and Emilia, waiting for a jet plane to fly them from 2009 to 2010. It doesn’t matter where or how you ring in the new year. All that matters is, with whom.
And two small people tried to follow him on their little plastic sled, but, you know, it’s just not the same without reindeer, so he got away. Ah, well. There’s always next year.