Logan turned two on Friday. He lost his baby look, especially in his face, some time last summer, and he has been looking like a little boy for quite some time. Madeline and Logan are a study in nature versus nurture. They have the same parents and virtually the same upbringing since they are only […]
I’m not a hugger. I don’t know how it started. Maybe I’ve always been this way. Don’t pity me. I’m not damaged. There aren’t any bad hug experiences in my childhood. I don’t even mind being hugged. Physical affection does not bother me. My natural inclination, though, is to tell someone I think they’re neato, […]
They put on Jonathan’s cowboy hat.
When Logan was born, one year ago today, I was probably sick. I was pretty much sick all last summer until I had that troublesome gallbladder removed so during his first two months of existence, I barely saw Logan. I still don’t see him as much as I’d like, but I no longer feel like […]
We don’t need a Chinese restaurant placemat to know that 2009 isn’t the Year of the Blog. I haven’t been busy so much as distracted—by school, by gall stones, by sick cats, and by more school. It ought to be calming down soon, but I’m not going to make myself any promises. I was so […]