This morning, my husband and I were valiantly trying to ignore the recently arisen bun by squeezing our eyes shut while he flailed around next to us in bed; it’s been one of those weeks. …

Grandpa sent some books to the bun. This is what the bun wrote in reply:
Bububububub. Mamamamama. WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW. Dadadadadaddadada
This is what I’ve been working on these days. That, plus crawling (of course, this is a pre-occupation …

I don’t have much to say these days but this: I am so tired.
Plus, while the bun was in the bath, he stuck one of his toys in his mouth. My husband sang this ditty …

We were joking over dinner a couple days ago that the bun, being unusual, would probably sprout teeth all at once like a shark.
Damned if it doesn’t look to be true. He’s not only getting …

Operation Bun-Sleep has officially begun. After watching one more dawn heaped over the crib-rail patting the bun, or more pathetically, laying on the floor while babbling nonsense at the glassy-eyed but determined bun, I realized …

On the way back from the beach (and when I say “beach,” really I mean “small agricultural community near but not on the coast where the cheese is plentiful and restaurants are not,” but that’s …

When you are delirious with exhaustion and you feel like you’re about to expire from too little REM sleep, and they think that 5 am is a perfectly reasonable time to start playing, but you …

“You wouldn’t be so sleepy if you were asleep, can’t you see that? So all this sleepiness? It would just go away because you would be sleeping, which is much better than sleepy. These two …

After a protracted state of writing-ennui (unresolved as yet, but perhaps winding up after several nights of insomnia, pounding through my various neuroses) I can rely on television for springing me to action.
Last night after …

Either I have early senility setting in, or I’ve reached a level of exhaustion that allows for creepy hallucinatory nightmares. Because as we all know, sleep is what I’m getting plenty of and there’s so …

A while back my friend introduced me to the concept of signing for babies. Skeptical at first, I looked into it. While still not a hundred percent convinced (and the bun is too young …

Things we said in the last day:
“You can’t have any Rum Trauben Nuss until you finish your Avgolemono.”\
My husband’s version of “Gin and Juice” by Snoop Dogg:
“Rolling down the sidewalk,
sippin’ on booby juice.
Layin’ back,
With my …

My husband and I talked about the baby thing forever. In five days, we will have been together for nine years, and we only just got around to making a baby now, which exposes some …

I have no idea what’s going on.
I meet these parents, and inevitably someone will ask me, “Have you got the Baby Einstein DVD’s yet?” And I say no, and they grab my arm with vigor …