while he naps

Boys still sick. Man, I can't wait until we move past this, if we ever do.

Just some flotsam -

There isn't a mother out there who doesn't understand what the Bookish Girl is going through right now. Those first few months are so very challenging, especially with your first baby. (They're challenging with the second as well -- but in a different way.)

And from the heart-tugging to the delicious: Candied Bacon. Yes, you read that right.

Finally, a story:

On the Friday before St. Patrick's Day, I ran into one of my students in the grocery. We were both in the produce department.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I said. Then he looked at me oddly and we both wandered away.

I assumed he was stoned -- it was that sort of look -- and proceeded to forget about it.

On the Monday after St. Patrick's Day, I ran into him just after class.

"Hey," he said.

"We keep bumping into each other," I said.

"Hey," he said. "Want to know why I looked at you funny?"

"Sure," I said.

"You're taller than I thought." he said. "That was the first time I realized that I was looking you in the eye."

"I get that a lot," I said. And went on my merry (and tall, apparently) way.

Comments

[karrie]

The Bookish blog looks like fun. She's going to be amazed by the many, many ways she can multitask that involve poop.

[Adrienne]

Oh the poop. Always an opportunity for emotional growth, the poop is. To say nothing of multi-tasking.