Where the Grickle-grass Grows

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Autumnal

We went to the Berkshires. Tim was so delighted when we arrived at Old Orchard Hill.

We strolled through the apple trees,

Peaked at some leaves,

And drank fresh hot cider with donuts. Tim found his smile.

We stayed at a thousand-year old hotel. I'm going to marry this bathtub if Tim ever leaves me.

Tim enjoyed some very wet kisses from Squiggles.

Squiggles loves being naked. Yes, I let her suck on dirty socks.

Then we went to October Mountain.

Sadly, this is the best shot I could get of the three of us.

Tim and Squiggles helped me find pretty rocks for my collection.

Success!

Then we met friends at a bluegrass festival.

Crap. This picture is way out of order. Oh well... I'm pretty much a hippie so I don't care. Friday Tim made fennel-mustard pork for some friends from school. It was divine, as usual.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

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!