she’s definitely getting fatter, i think, as she plays on the floor in her 6-9 month pajamas. i’m not looking forward to her 18-month appointment, where they will tell me she’s only gained a pound, and she’s still too little. have you met her parents? i’ll ask. she’s not going to be in the wnba. it’s just not in the cards for her.
a lady i haven’t seen in a decade is living with us with her tiny baby. they found themselves homeless, and she found me. this is the second time we have lived together in 15 years. she needed a place to stay when i was in high school, when all of my friends were in college. they have flannery’s room, which is working out ok. she doesn’t use it anyway. i told her she has until february, when we move out so that we can get the house ready to rent. so that we can move to... pittsburgh! the winning city in our lotto of where to raise our kids. we’ll stay in my parent’s basement (fun fun) until mid-summer so that we can save enough money to move and so that the new baby will be a little bigger. yes, the new baby. i’m due on western easter, our palm sunday. i love palm sunday. well, and holy week and Pascha in general. F was 11 days past due. i’m hoping this kid is 8 days past due and is born on bright monday so that we can go to Pascha.
anyway, yes, that is how i tell my readers, by casually throwing it into a random paragraph.
M is laying on the floor on his back and F is working her wooden puzzle on top of his stomach. they are a cute pair. they are what is all about. M and me, we just make sense. we are introverts who enjoy law and order. and we make truly adorable children. i’m looking forward to our little family finding itself. i was so terrified of getting married and of changing my name. changing my name was a huge deal, so i didn’t do it. i felt like i was a Brock, i have always been a Brock. they are my people. 3 years later, and i am madly in love with his family the Reeds. i’m really honored to be a Reed, and to be M’s wife. he’s such a good man that i don’t deserve and for as much as i kvetch about being lonely, life would be desolate without him and F and new baby Reed. i plan to change my name when we move. and chop of Amy and just go by Elizabeth. Elizabeth Reed. it’s nice, no? you can still call me Amy. you can call me whatever you want.
it is so windy and rainy and we are restless this day of labor. i scrubbed the floors and touched up paint. M moved furniture and cleaned the floors. i still feel like we haven’t accomplished anything.
time to get crazy pants ready for bed. i hope you are all well.
a lady i haven’t seen in a decade is living with us with her tiny baby. they found themselves homeless, and she found me. this is the second time we have lived together in 15 years. she needed a place to stay when i was in high school, when all of my friends were in college. they have flannery’s room, which is working out ok. she doesn’t use it anyway. i told her she has until february, when we move out so that we can get the house ready to rent. so that we can move to... pittsburgh! the winning city in our lotto of where to raise our kids. we’ll stay in my parent’s basement (fun fun) until mid-summer so that we can save enough money to move and so that the new baby will be a little bigger. yes, the new baby. i’m due on western easter, our palm sunday. i love palm sunday. well, and holy week and Pascha in general. F was 11 days past due. i’m hoping this kid is 8 days past due and is born on bright monday so that we can go to Pascha.
anyway, yes, that is how i tell my readers, by casually throwing it into a random paragraph.
M is laying on the floor on his back and F is working her wooden puzzle on top of his stomach. they are a cute pair. they are what is all about. M and me, we just make sense. we are introverts who enjoy law and order. and we make truly adorable children. i’m looking forward to our little family finding itself. i was so terrified of getting married and of changing my name. changing my name was a huge deal, so i didn’t do it. i felt like i was a Brock, i have always been a Brock. they are my people. 3 years later, and i am madly in love with his family the Reeds. i’m really honored to be a Reed, and to be M’s wife. he’s such a good man that i don’t deserve and for as much as i kvetch about being lonely, life would be desolate without him and F and new baby Reed. i plan to change my name when we move. and chop of Amy and just go by Elizabeth. Elizabeth Reed. it’s nice, no? you can still call me Amy. you can call me whatever you want.
it is so windy and rainy and we are restless this day of labor. i scrubbed the floors and touched up paint. M moved furniture and cleaned the floors. i still feel like we haven’t accomplished anything.
time to get crazy pants ready for bed. i hope you are all well.
3 comments:
Congratulations! I've been so neglectful on here, but I am so glad I ventured back today. How wonderful -- so many new adventures, and a whole new person :).
We should catch one of these days.
Rachel, thank you! I would love to catch up!
oh, I am so behind! Congratulations, on the new baby and moving! You have a very exciting time ahead of you!
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