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Curtains

Hi! Good morning. Welcome to the most depressing day of the year! Also: amalah.com is going on hiatus for a little bit. Sorry this is abrupt (and probably stinking of dramatics) (I promise it's nothing more exciting than some run-of-the mill burnout, an overwhelming desire to punch myself in the damn face after every sentence I write, plus WAY TOO MUCH WOW WOW WUBBZY, WHICH IS TO SAY, FOUR MINUTES OF IT), but I just need some time off. Maybe leave the house, or something crazy like that. I'll still be posting at AlphaMom and ClubMom, and I'll be back... Read more →


More than words

Noah doesn't smell like a baby anymore. I don't know when it happened -- but at some point, despite using the same old lavendar soap and powder and Desitin, he lost that baby smell. His head smells like hair, and his skin has taken on a new scent -- one I can't describe, because it's just his smell now, a combination of lotion and detergent and body chemistry. In a way it's even better than that baby smell, because it's Noah, the fully-formed little person version. It's like the way I can sort of smell Jason just by thinking about... Read more →


From the Management

Hi! Guess what! I'm not posting anything here today. Because I have decided to move all of Noah's furniture from the small green bedroom with two windows to the not-quite-as-small blue bedroom with one window. By myself. Because I have decided that this is terribly important and must be done immediately and I know Jason will totally argue with me and say that Noah is FINE in the green bedroom and that we are NOT moving his furniture when we just paid people to put it there less than a month ago, so this way, I'll have all the furniture... Read more →


Weekend Report: I Just Never Learn

AAEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. No wait, let's try that in Swedish: IIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAA! Enough said. Except that I got a pot rack for $9.99, a really cute clock that ticks SO! FREAKING! LOUD! and a dozen picture frames in a size I do not have any pictures for, like fuck, dude. Oh. And did you know the post office sends you coupons when you move? Including a 20% off coupon for IKEA? Did you know that coupon does you no good if you leave it at home? Oh. And we bought Noah a giant inflatable turtle. Because we really, really suck at the whole... Read more →


Status Report re: Operation Best Parents Ever

In light of our renewed pledge to provide our toddler with the best and most-watchful parenting available on the market today, please allow me to document his activities over the last 48 hours or so : 1) Climbed upstairs without either of us noticing until we heard the sound of a toilet flushing repeatedly. 2) Threw Jason's wedding ring into a floor vent. 3) Ate dog kibble. Twice. Because hey! It's better than pizza and chicken fingers and spaghetti and cheese and beans and peanut butter & jelly and all the other vile things we tried to feed him. 4)... Read more →


Babygate

(Yes! Still talking about it. Like anyone is surprised.) (Overreaction: It's what's for dinner.) I'm feeling much better today, thanks to your comments and generous doses of brackets, and also all the wine I drank last night. Which was probably a little much for a Monday. Or a Friday. Or for the average human liver. I still can't stop reliving it: the metal clang, the mysterious thumps, the terrified wails, the feeling of my feet skidding on the Pergo as I dashed around the corner, the sickening sight of that open gate and then...oh god oh god...my little boy lying... Read more →


Eyeronee

So I was working on another entry -- one I've been bashing around for awhile, one about motherhood and the fears and feelings of inadequacy I used to have, and oh, how SILLY those fears seem now, in the thick of the glorious love I feel for my sweet little son, a love that gives me confidence and a remarkable feeling of ease in my own skin -- when I heard a tremendous crash. Noah figured out how to open one of our baby gates (TAKE THAT, BILINGUAL GENIUS GYMBOREE CHILD) and fell all the way down the basement steps.... Read more →


The Week in Lists

Things My Child Can Say, Kinda: 1) OGGIE (doggie) 2) NI NI (nite nite) 3) NO NO NO (hell to the no, woman) Injuries My Child Sustained When I Insisted on a Little Damn Privacy to Pee, Please: 1) Wipeout on step 2) Bruised cheek 3) Black eye Things My Child Will Eat: 1) Yogurt 2) Peanut Butter Crackers 3) Board books Things My Child Will Not Eat: 1) Anything else Thing I Said In Emails To People This Week: 1) Um! Hi! Can I have your address again so I can send you a sympathy card? For your dog?... Read more →


bum bum bumbumbum bumbumbumbum DOG PARK!

(The title of this post is how you are required to say "Dog Park" in our house, by the way. You are also permitted to rap on a nearby surface. However, so far I seem to be the only one following this rule.) So. The dog park. It's not really an OFFICIAL dog park...just a random open field that the Dog People have claimed as their own. There's actually a sign that says THIS IS NOT A DOG PARK, which everybody ignores. The flagrant law-breaking impresses me, actually, as you know I have a documented fear of Imaginary Authority Figures,... Read more →


An Inauspicious Start

Don't you hate it when bloggers post apologies for not posting? Because what, like you have nothing better to do than come to their dusty little site and refresh constantly, looking for some drivel to relieve the unending boredom of your day? Like you are hanging on their every word and when they go a couple days without posting you start wondering if everything is okay, because if they are not writing on the Internet they simply cease to exist, because your personal view of reality involves a little too much YouTube and not enough fresh air? Please. Whatever, Miss... Read more →