“No diapers in the new house,” my toddler says. She clambers into the family bed. We’ve been telling her for months that the diapers will finally go away when we make it to The New House and she’s sleeping full-time in her own Big Girl Bed. But we’re in transition, and the kidlet’s bedroom isn’t put together as cohesively as I’d like, yet, and co-sleeping … Continue reading Review: Using Liberator’s Spillproof Blanket for Bedtime Potty Training
I made a ridiculous batch of edibles yesterday. I’m a big fan of Kiva’s smooth chocolate bars, and though I can’t reasonably aspire to their production value, I hoped I could produce something that would be as sweet, smooth, lickable, and strong. The jury is out on strength — I’ve been carefully chipping away at it, taking 3 tiny doses throughout the day, and haven’t … Continue reading Cannabis Chocolate Surprise
My baby is good. This means she doesn’t cause much trouble, or cry often, or demand much attention. She smiles big for everyone and takes a bottle or breast easily. We sleep soundly through the night.
Strangers ask me if she is good. I wonder how deep this goes, for babies who are “bad” (read: needful), to be labeled as such from their infancy – but I doubt anybody answers “No.” We might say, “well, we’ve had some ear infections,” or “naptime has been hard,” but we don’t say, “No, she’s bad; she’s a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad baby.” Continue reading “My Good Baby”
Balmy day. Sweltering stroller walk downtown for a cold drink this afternoon. I haven’t felt it this hot, here, since I was two months secretly pregnant with Baby and we visited our current city during a heat wave. The nausea was coming on, and, remembering my last pregnancy, I smoked weed every morning to calm the morning sickness that might give away my condition. Continue reading “The Light, The Heat”
Today’s the first of June. We can officially move into our new house today – although it’ll drag on for a few days, as our schedules allow. We hadn’t even paid the first rent, two days ago, and she handed us keys. It’s all been pretty magical. It’s a lovely, historic, sprawling, frankly ridiculous sort of a property; ridiculous for our price range and life circumstances, anyhow. And it’s been so long since we lived in a Place.