Zooey update: twenty two months

You give kisses now! I love that! The little pwaa! of your tiny lips. Especially when the aim is off. You're still sparse on words - what do you wanna say, Zooey? You can tell me... or Big Bird, we're into Sesame Street now... I mean, I love the faces you make - you're speaking with... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: twenty one months

You're just one of the girls, Zooey. You're thing now is part de-planed flight attendant, part big kid going to school - rolling around Nettles' backpack (especially convenient because she doesn't want to, and, um, between us - you're being kinda used... but there's time to work that out...). You pick it up in the... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: twenty months

Fire and doughnuts. What more do you need? You really love Chanukah. At first you were all, huh? What? I'm supposed to eat this? Naaah. Really? Just eat it? This? Uh... I guess...  Oooooh, I get it.   And you wanted so badly to light the candles yourself... which, you know, you nearly did, as much... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: nineteen months

Monkey see, monkey do, Zooey is watching and something is hatching... there are so many ways to learn and yours is a given - three big siblings to watch, to eyeball, to scrutinize, and decide whether you want to try it yourself. It's your way.

The last week.

This isn’t how I thought it would end. I didn’t think the end would begin with a deep soreness, tiny stabs of pain, highlighted by stinging tears; the added torture of me trying to hold all this in and stay strong for you, to avoid the chance you'd feel unwhole, to acknowledge your instinctual longing,... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: eighteen months

It may be autumn but your steps are in full bloom. Your toddle is... toddle-y, and exactly as it should be. It's not that you couldn't walk or wouldn't walk, but I think we both know you were going to go with what came easier to you as you cautiously sorted out the whole walking... Continue Reading →

#metoo, #hetoo, #shetoo: for the boys

Everyone's talking about Harvey Weinstein; even the white board at the entrance of my office, where usually someone scribbles the name of the day's delegation, even the white board yesterday was #metoo. And everyone is talking about women being afraid to talk, and women now talking, and how women can protect themselves, and how women... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: seventeen months

We've been waiting for you to join us, and you're finally having your Neil Armstrong moment. One small step, Zooey, is another month until you'll be racing after us? Hello! Hello? Hello. Waving or saying it or pretending to talk on the phone. Mostly pretending to be talking on the phone. Talking on anything but a... Continue Reading →

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