speaking of glitter,

only my daughter would be completely unable to pose for her "I am 4-months-old-today-photo" because she is too distracted by her gold glittery toesies. Yes, instead of being enamored with my singing, smiling, cheering and chanting, her eyes are glued to her sparkly socks. They are pretty fabulous. Maybe she'll let me borrow. Happy 4 month Birthday to my sweet princess. Glitter for ...

all that glitters

Tonight, as I watched the baby cracking up at my mother-in-law, as they played with her favorite dolly, (which was, by the way, an amazingly precious sight), I noticed that my daughter had glitter on her head. How in the world did she get such a sparkly keppie? My mind raced. Well, I did take a nap today. Did ...

A Mitzvah

Look at what just showed up on my doorstep: You know those friends that I've mentioned who are  more like family? Yeah, this one is a good one. She knows how crazy I am AND she still manages to love me. And, more importantly, she loves my daughter. Well, guess what, Kimmie... We love you, too. And, I can't wait to dance ...

Children Will Listen

  It is no secret that I fancy Fairy Tales, Princesses and Musicals. Always have, always will. I did give my daughter a the name of a Disney Princess, after all. Well, I'm sure that it comes as no surprise that an all-time-favorite musical of mine is "Into the Woods", the Sondheim classic that chronicles what happens after "happily ...

A family is a family is a family

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkFr-rjjzlw] We got the chance to watch this beautiful little documentary last night, you know, while I was rocking the baby to sleep in my arms, and, let me tell you, it is just lovely. Love-ly, love-filled, love-able, love-alicious. It gave us a wonderful soundtrack to which we danced the baby around the bedroom. Plus, it answers the question of where babies ...

what’s in a name?

The good news: The baby now responds to her name. The not-so-good news: The baby also now responds to "Lola", "Ziggy" and "Peaches". I knew we were saying it too much. Hey, I guess there are worse things a baby could be called. Like stinky. Or un-cute. Or tussie-face. Although, I kind of like that one. There's something endearing about it, no?

One Year Ago, Part 3

Tonight, as we placed the baby in her crib, and she stroked her own full, delicious cheeks with her tiny delicious hands, I couldn't help but to realize that she was wearing a very special nightgown; This gown was the very first anything that my husband and I bought for the baby. It is butter soft, and filled with ...