Faking It

The little boys have had colds. Seamus, rather miserably climbed into my bed last week on Friday, and declared, all stuffy, “I caught my brother’s cold.” And Gilbert will inform anyone, “I’ve got a bad cold.” Gilbert had vocal fry down, and he uses it on the word bad. I fell victim to the cold…

From Teeny to Not

It’s his birthday, and so here are some pictures: He had those weird red marks all over him, his fists were always closed, and he was so small! Now he does things like this! He still has weird marks, but they’re from doing stuff. And he wants to have a piece of everything–in this case…

Working Productively; It is Possible!

I’ve been blogging a lot about Seamus lately, because, well, he’s the only one doing anything exciting around here. But not anymore! I have regained productivity. I wrote two pages yesterday after deleting a page and a half that I had the strength to admit weren’t working. Today, I plan on writing more, more, more,…

Early Birthday Presents

Yesterday, two days before my birthday, Patrick and I decided to go out for dinner at Farina, where they have pizza and pints for 10 dollars on Monday nights. I’m a little addicted to their pizza, and frankly, that’s crazy because I like the kind Patrick and I make at home more than almost anything.…