I’m just so glad we paid to get Lorelei’s school pictures. She couldn’t even be bothered to frown. She is demonstrating the complete absence of expression, and I was reminded of this picture of me at about the same age, sitting on Santa’s lap, wearing a look that said this is totally not the real Santa, so why are you wasting my time here.
For the past half-dozen years I have had a series of narrowly-focused blogs. Cooking, life with our first child, essays to our first child, and most recently the premature birth of our son – plus some micro-blogs for specific essays. Before that I had a couple of general blogs, written in the style of boring journal entries that your parents might read. But a general personal blog that’s also interesting? Can I do that?
Happy World Breastfeeding Week!
One of the hardest things for me during the last few months has been the total helplessness that I have felt. I don’t do helpless well. Yes, Rowan has made tremendous strides, but none of them felt like I was really a requirement. A team of OBs bought him that extra two weeks in utero, a team of neonatologists and nurses helped him thrive in the hospital. I have felt like a bystander through most of his first few months. It felt like everything was being done to us.
One great thing about breastfeeding, is that you can make all sorts of goodies and refer to them as “Lactation ___s” as long as they contain some oats.
