Death Of The Little Black Bag So, walking into work this morning, I tripped on the sidewalk and fell on my hand and my knee and banged one of my ribs up with something that I was carrying. I turned and sat on the cement for a moment to catch my breath and looked around […]
Yearly Archives: 2007
I’m tired, just plain tired. My muscles are tired, my bones are tired, and my eyes are tired simply from trying to keep them open. It seems like work and my children have conspired to keep me from getting more than a couple of hours of sleep a night. Abbie has decided that she likes […]
I don’t have much to say this morning. Actually, I have a lot to say, but no time to say it. Abigail is wide awake, watching World Animals – I swore I wasn’t going to start her on the highly addictive Baby Einsteins until it was absolutely necessary, but desperate times call for desperate measures. […]
I guess the honeymoon is over. For the past six months, Abbie and Gracie have lived in almost blissful coexistence. Every once in a while, Gracie would show a spurt of jealousy when I was feeding Abbie, usually when she wanted to do something more exciting that required my attention, like riding her bike naked […]
Absolute Poppycock? You know, I’ve been thinking of writing a blog for months now and, as ridiculous as it might sound, what’s been holding me back is what to call the thing. I know, I know – forget the content or even the appearance – it seems […]