http://shasta.blogsome.com Just another WordPress weblog Sat, 07 Nov 2009 03:11:56 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en My dear Sophia, Eight months have passed since I last wrote to you. I am sorry for that. So much has gone by unnoted, and I know from experience that I will not remember it. This two kids thing is hard - much harder than I ever anticipated. ... http://shasta.blogsome.com/2009/09/02/the-little-one-16-months/ We are all doing okay, and I want badly to write an update on the kids … and myself too. But there is so little time. So very little time. And I am forced to prioritize. What is most important to me? The decision was: ... http://shasta.blogsome.com/2009/06/21/priorities/ 5:18 AM Four hours since nursing. My body wakes up on its own. 5:30 AM I am just drifting off when I hear Mr. Gearhead stumbling around across the hall. I expect to see him shortly, babe in arms. 5:45 AM I hear him walk down the hall and wonder ... http://shasta.blogsome.com/2009/02/17/the-daily-grind-or-how-it-is-that-i-never-get-enough-sleep/ I have been feeling very discouraged lately. Tired as usual, and Sophie’s gassiness / burping is making everything a giant pain in the ass. After spending most of yesterday crying, today I am trying to remind myself of all the things I am grateful for. Two beautiful, gorgeous, spirited, ... http://shasta.blogsome.com/2009/02/10/gratitude/ Sophomore year, high school, more than 20 years ago. My best friend had a boyfriend and the three of us were inseparable. We did (almost) everything together – except lunch. Our school had two lunch periods; she was in one, he and I were in the other. ... http://shasta.blogsome.com/2009/02/03/old-hurts/ Dear Sophia, It’s hard to believe, but eight months have already passed since you joined us earth-side. Eight months. I don’t know why, but there’s something about that number that seems so much closer to one year than last month did. It feels like you grew up overnight. You ... http://shasta.blogsome.com/2009/01/05/the-little-one-eight-months/ My head rests on the pillow Watching you sleep A study in curves Half moon eyes Delicate arch of eyebrows Plumpness of cheeks Dreams wander across the Mountains and valleys of your face Eyes flickering Eyelashes undulating like fuzzy caterpillars Eyelids crumple, then smooth Lips purse, smile and purse again A body so young A soul so old What I would give, sweet Sophia To ... http://shasta.blogsome.com/2008/12/31/asleep/ Not much time for taking pictures these days, and even less for writing. The best way to keep M’s jealousy (and subsequent lashing out) under control is to give her a lot of one-on-one attention while Sophie is sleeping. And I try to go to bed soon after ... http://shasta.blogsome.com/2008/11/26/just-some-pictures/ … what your hands would look like after a 3 hour bath, now you know. http://shasta.blogsome.com/2008/11/14/if-youve-ever-wondered/ … of the amazing, roaring baby! http://shasta.blogsome.com/2008/11/04/be-afraid-be-very-afraid/