Mes Amis
Meet Wesley’s best friend Jacques: And his newest companion, whom I have dubbed François because he’s a doudou: Looks like we’ve got ourselves a francophile. Now if only I had a tiny beret…
Meet Wesley’s best friend Jacques: And his newest companion, whom I have dubbed François because he’s a doudou: Looks like we’ve got ourselves a francophile. Now if only I had a tiny beret…
Dear Wesley: You will notice there are no newsletters for months 1 & 2. This is due to two things: One is that halfway through my draft of Month One Newsletter I broke down uncontrollably crying. It was probably too soon, you see, what with all the crazy hormones still in me and your inability […]
An aden+anais muslin sleeping bag: But… 1. the elephant one I like is currently out of stock 2. I can’t seem to find a sizing chart (waiting on a response e-mail from aden+anais) and 3. Wes is already at the maximum length for his current Halo sleepsack…probably should just run out to the store to […]
That there is a happy baby. A happy baby after a happy nap. You have to understand, nap times here have been the bane of our existence. Worse than getting Wes to sleep at night, daytime sleep has not come easy. And to keep my son from becoming the monster he becomes when awake for […]
Okay, Father’s Day weekend? Best family weekend ever! And whom do we have to thank for that? Our boy Wes who is truly growing up before our very eyes each waking minute. Everyone said things would take a turn for the best around six weeks or so: those people lied. Okay, they didn’t lie — […]
Dear Papa: There are so many things for which to say thank you. Thank you for holding my hand from the second I was born. It was no fun lying in that stupid plastic box away from my mama for three whole hours so soon after my birth, but you still made me feel so […]
I break away from regularly scheduled WeFo updates because I learned today that my beloved 11th grade AP English teacher, John Ruppel, died yesterday, Tuesday, June 17, 2009. I wouldn’t call myself a particularly sentimental person, but I was so terribly saddened by the news. You have to understand, there is no doubt in my […]
What a difference a day makes. Yesterday Wes was all torment and fury and today, why, someone musta gone out and switched him with a happy and fun baby. We slept in ’til a decent time this morning, enjoyed one morning stroller walk and one midday Bjorn walk despite the hellish heat, more than tolerated […]
Yesterday over at Adventures in Babywearing mamas were showing off their babywearing stashes — I own only two baby carriers, which hardly classifies as a stash, but here they are anyway. Because lately I’ve had many an urge to wear Wes around. I have to admit that’s been unexpected. (Then again, I have twice now […]
Just this very morning I was telling Craig about how different Wesley’s childhood would be from mine, at least the early years. I was born and lived in Spain until I was 8 years old, and my how things were different. I suppose in part there will be differences from the sheer span of time […]