I'll push myself up through the dirt and shake my petals free
I'm resigned to being born and so resigned to bravery.
~Dar Williams

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Supernanny

Tim's mom went back to teaching school earlier this month, so she hasn't been able to watch Squiggles while I'm at work. Thankfully, my sister Cami's family has generously opened their home to my daughter.

Everything is going pretty well with a couple exceptions. Lately, the instant I arrive to drop off or pick up the baby, I am bombarded unsolicited advice: instructions as to where to put the baby, whether to give her a binky, whether she should be put in a bouncy chair, whether she needs to take a nap, whether I need to read her a book, what toy she'd like to play with, whether she is hungry or wants more food, etc. I know she means well, and it's hard to complain about somebody who clearly adores my infant... but that's another thing.

I think she's starting to think the baby is her baby - not mine. She gets upset when I come to get her, and sometimes even cries when we leave. I don't know what to do. I mean, I have enough pressure as it is, Ivy!


Any advice?

Sunday, September 19, 2010

My niece the supermodel...

Happy birthday, Beautiful!


Thursday, September 16, 2010

Your tax dollars at work.





It was a slow day in the lab.