Archive for March, 2007

Travels with Hank and Willie

March 31, 2007

We’re not out of the driveway yesterday on our way to visit a college friend of mine and I hear from the back seat:

“Mom, WE want MUSIC!”

(WE being the 2 1/2-year-old and the nine-month-old.)

Later on:

“MOM! Mom, Mom! Help! I’m not safe! ”

My heart stops, thinking I forgot to buckle him in, and now we are careening down the freeway.

I look up in the rearview to see Will pointing at the interior door lock, which is in the up and unlocked position.

“Put that fing down, Mom! I’m not safe!”

Later, safely locked in, but delivered with similar drama and alarm in his voice:

“Mom, mom, I dropped my cars!”

I explain, for the fifty-squillionth time, that I can’t retrieve books, papers, water bottles or CARS while I am driving. (Say it with me: “It’s not safe.”)

Quiet in the back seat for a minute, and then:

“Mom, Dad would get it for me.”


I’m blogging

March 29, 2007

I bet you had NO IDEA how much work it is to blog.
Take a look here and you’ll see how truly difficult it is to stay focused and GET THE BLOGGING DONE!

Technical difficulties

March 29, 2007

Hey, Safari users:

Do the photos on this site look ABSOLUTELY ENORMOUS and strangely proportioned, in other words, SCARY?

Do they leak out of the center column into the side bar?

And, while I’m all up in your computer business, why are you still using Safari? (Says the girl who finally saw the bright light of Firefox just last week, thanks Rush.)

And I guess I should check in with the PC users as well, too—everything looking okay out there in Dellville? Or at least as okay as it can be on a PC? JUST KIDDING.

I scream, you scream

March 27, 2007


Nothing says spring like the opening of your local ice cream place. Daffodils and peepers might show up while it is still cold outside, but when that ice cream stand is open, you know spring has really arrived.

This year will be a little different. If you are truly caught up on the minutiae of our lives (and if you aren’t, just stay tuned), you might recall that Henry has some pretty severe food allergies, and the nursing mama (me) is avoiding milk and soy to keep him symptom free.

Since my pregnancy diet consisted of a daily dose of ice cream on top of my sure-fire anti-nausea remedy (vanilla milkshakes WITHOUT lumps), I very well might have brought this upon myself. While Henry was still in the NICU I would occasionally walk down the street between feeds and get a milkshake at the local ice cream stand and the day we brought him home we celebrated by stopping there again.

Anyway, Henry is doing very well in the absence of these common allergens, so we’re clearly on the right path. He is now nine months old, and since most kids outgrow these sensitivities in the first few years of life, he’ll likely get to have an ice cream cone by the time he figures out what they are.

But in the meantime, I’m still milk and soy free, and while it is okay most of the time, with warm weather arriving, I’m already dreaming about that first cone of the season. I’ll get to have that cone when Henry is 12 months, or when he stops nursing, whichever comes first. In the meantime, I’m going to dream about some of my favorite locations for ice cream—I hope you’ll get to try some of these places on that first really warm day in April!

Hank & Willie’s Picks for Excellent Ice Cream

Kimball Farm, Westford, MA

Jordan Pond Ice Cream and Fudge Shop, Bar Harbor, ME

Great Brook Farm, Carlisle, MA

Sundae School, Dennisport, MA

My couch with a pint of this or even better, this.

Where do YOU go for the best ice cream ever?


March 26, 2007


I need something else to fill my time like I need four flat tires, but several months ago I decided that this would be the year I learned to knit. All those cute baby hats!

So, my very patient mother-in-law (and knitter extraordinaire) got me started, and with help from her, along with some expert coaching from several friends, I completed my first project last month. This delicious pink and white hat went to baby Sydney, and I am pleased to note her head is not actually misshapen, it’s just the hat. I forgot to ask Sydney’s mama if I can post her photo here, so in lieu of that, voila! Henry’s sheep with misshapen hand-knitted hat.

With lots still to learn, I won’t be tackling anything like this sweater (see above) in the near future, even though she sure does look like she is having  A WHOLE LOT OF  FUN in her hand knit sweater.

No, my next project is, what else, a baby hat.

Hopefully I can find a baby whose cranium matches my knitting style.

Not THAT Hank & Willie

March 25, 2007

My goodness, the traffic around here has picked up! Thank you for taking a look, and hope you enjoyed your visit.

A few of you had some questions, which I am glad to answer here.

No, we don’t really call them Hank and Willie, at least not often. It just sounded kind of catchy without being their real names, exactly.

Interestingly enough, if you Google Hank and Willie, you’ll get this handsome pair of fellas. You also get a lot of references to country music legends Hank Williams, Jr. and Willie Nelson, known as Hank and Willie to some sectors of the karaoke set, and to baseball players Hank Aarons and Willie Mays. Just to recap, I will NOT be writing about those Hank and Willies.

No, Willie and Hank wasn’t taken. It just seemed to flow better as Hank and Willie. And yes, thank you, Will is older. It just seemed okay to let the little guy come first for once.

Yes, those really are Will and Henry’s bare baby feet greeting you at the top of the page. (Welcome, pervy Googlers!)

So that’s all for now, I hope you’ll visit again soon. See you in the comments!

This post brought to you by Rusharound

March 24, 2007


This is our friend Rush.

Just wanted to thank Rush for all the tech support, as well as the recommendation for the amazing WordPress and, of course, Firefox. So go on over and read about all the fun things he and Sarah are up to when he isn’t on iChat with us!

It’s a hard knock life

March 24, 2007


Between Will and Henry, I don’t know which one has more bruises.

This week in particular, I feel like I should just dial the number for child and family services and hand Will the phone. He took one giant knock to the head Saturday, (Head, meet coffee table; coffee table, meet head) and another one at school on Wednesday.


And Henry has a little bit of a shiner under one eye, a result of his current passion: pull up on something, bump chin or face, fall down. Repeat.

(For those following along at home, see slight yellow bruise below his right eye, and another bruise on the right side of his forehead.)

Would I be devoting a whole post to bruises if I had two girls?

A kid’s view of the world

March 24, 2007


With a hopping kids’ table at our house last night, this made for an especially funny read.

(Courtesy of The New Yorker—for the full text read here.)

MOM: Let’s talk about which kid I like the best.

DAD: (laughing) You know, but you won’t tell.

MOM: If they ask me again, I might tell.

FRIEND FROM WORK: Hey, guess what! My voice is pretty loud!

DAD: (laughing) There are actual monsters in the world, but when my kids ask I pretend like there aren’t.

MOM: I’m angry! I’m angry all of a sudden!

DAD: I’m angry, too! We’re angry at each other!

MOM: Now everything is fine.

Back when men were men

March 13, 2007

Will at Seaport

And winters were 65 degrees (remember those balmy January days?), Will was a subject in a photo shoot at Mystic Seaport.

I’m surprised he’s not clamoring for a modeling contract—come on, he got to skip school, play on the boats at Mystic Seaport AND he got a piece of chocolate when it was over.

I think I hear him on the phone with Tyra Banks.

Do these beads work with these wings?

March 7, 2007


Will loves dressing up, and he is lucky to have the Taylor girls down the street, with their fine collection of princess dresses, tutus, wings, wands and jewels.

The mardi gras beads are the perfect accompaniment to his Thomas stickers, don’t you think?
(Outfit by Olivia)

That loud sound you hear…

March 7, 2007

…is the knocking on wood I am doing while saying this with a whisper:

Henry sleeps through the night. Seriously.
Two nights of 12 hours each, and two nights with about ten minutes of fussing that required no parental involvement.

Even if he doesn’t do it again until he is seven years old, I think we have gotten more sleep in the last few nights than we have in nine months.

And I’ll take it.