Friday Books

Just kidding. You think I'm reading books? That was a lifetime ago. Remember the book I took out of the library back in early September? It's a total no-brainer and yet I've had to renew it twice! And I think I still have 200 pages to go. I'm not sure because I haven't looked at it in a week.

Actually, I just remembered I did read a book. It's probably one of the best YA books out there. Mom, The Wolfman and Me by Norma Klein is just so well done. I've read it at least 10 times and more than a few times as an adult. I recommend it. It's quirky without being cute and the narrator sounds so honest. It's very short too, which is how I managed to read it while The Bean took her 10-15 minute naps. The next too easy read while The Bean naps is going to be Superfudge by Judy Blume, which I read so much as a kid that I knew the entire first chapter, word for word, by heart. Really. Ask my mom if you don't believe me.

Other than the YAs I read this excellent piece by Larry David. And this this interesting piece about David Foster Wallace

On a more uplifting note than suicide, the scariness of the election, and having a mushy brain because I no longer read or have regular adult conversations, I did have an excellent (i.e. STRONG) margarita last night! Hopefully there's another one in my future real soon.

Happy weekend!

ANGEL VOMIT! BABY BARF!

A few days ago I asked N. for a post topic since my brain has been quite mushy as of late. N. suggested spit up. I agreed and then promptly went to bed since it was already 8:45 and my bed time is, um, 8:30.

But better late than never.

The Bean in the undisputed spit up champion here at 93 ------- Street. It's copious. It's everywhere. Really. Couch. Clothes. Floor. Hair. And you know what? It stinks something awful. Like regurgitated cheese, which makes sense since it's basically curdled milk.

The other day I felt like everything in the whole house smelled like spit up. It was depressing. Then I went swimming at the pool and even though I knew it was impossible I swear I smelled spit up through the gallons of chlorine.

I have nightmare sometimes that instead of taking this house, we took the one WITHOUT THE WASHER/DRYER! Do you know how miserable I would be? I probably would have left the state. Hands down, the washer/dryer trumps the dishwasher every day of the week.

Now, go smell your shirt sleeve and feel lucky it doesn't reek.

You Know Why It's Called Fall?

Cuz the leaves fall off like rain here in New Hampshire. I have to say I've never seen a fall like this. The foliage is/was stupendous but this morning (and several mornings and afternoons last week) I would sit in the rocker in the Bean's room and watch the leaves just fall and fall and fall. It's beautiful, but scary. Soon the trees will be more naked than the Bean in her bath.

But let's not dwell on the impending doom and gloom of our first winter when we've been having so much fun.

Two weekends ago we went to visit the country grandparents in the Adirondacks. En route the Bean got a new and improved stroller and a very hip pair of shoes. And a giraffe! An excellent time was had by all in the Adks: the Bean was a star and her parents went on a date!

Then, on Wednesday the city grandparents came up to the country. The Bean spent three days completely out her swing since there were so many eager hands to hold and cuddle her. We went to visit the great aunties in Vermont where Grandpa Muel was bullied into his first diaper change in what? 30 years? We also went apple picking. Do you believe that I actually made apple sauce! I even froze some for the Bean when she can eat such deliciousness in about 3.5 months. I know I'm getting so country it's a little scary.

Even scarier is that this weekend we're heading off to Binghamton for my 10 year college reunion. I want to say I was smoking crack when I thought this would be a good idea but since I was seven months pregnant at the time you probably wouldn't believe me.

TWO MONTHS! And Counting!

The Bean is two months old today! To celebrate she got grape Children's Tylenol (YUM!) and 5! immunization shots (OUCH!) But she was a brave little Bean and didn't scream/cry for too long. The Bean is now 12 pounds and 14 ounces and 23 inches long. To celebrate her two monthness and all-around cuteness, I'm going to post this on the same day I wrote it. And put up another picture of her up cuz it's been a while and I know you're all dying for another peek. This picture is from a few weeks ago. The Bean is trying to look interested in a lecture her dad is giving in his classroom at his new school.




Try harder, Bean, try harder!