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April 2007

Diaper Diarists Gone Wild!

Dear Everybody Who I Will Be Getting Drunk With in Austin, You've been warned. Love, Amy PS. SUBMIT! So much to do before I leave tomorrow! At the ass-crack of dawn! I wish I had time to write something that would do justice to all your comments before I go, but you've gotta agree: that was a bigshitload of comments. Every one of which I am so grateful for, even if my forehead is a mite raw from all the smacking I gave it as I realized all the many million ways I've made the eating situation worse. Because I am a bonehead who should not be left in charge of a houseplant, let alone a small human being. Anyway, I will post an update on the new Feeding Plan of Zen Nonchalance next week. Currently I am debating whether to share this plan with Jason before I go, or if it would be wrong to let him deal with...what? Nine whole meals in a row? Or so?...and see how much his nerves can take. I kid! I am only barely that vindictive. In the meantime, to thank y'all for all the advice and sympathy, here is a picture of... Read more →


DCFoodie, Jr.

Every other week or so, I start a post about Noah's eating habits. Even though I know there is nothing more futile than ranting about a toddler's eating habits. And nothing more boring than reading about a toddler's eating habits. But surprise! That doesn't stop me! I grab the laptop, my sweet hot purring coping mechanism, and start blamming away on the keyboard because WHY! WON'T! MY! KID! FUCKING! EAT! ANYTHING! GAAARRGH! ANGRY! SMASH! And then I get to the point where I list the pathetic cluster of foods Noah is currently accepting, and I calm down. Because you know what? It could be a lot worse. I might joke and say that he only eats two foods, but look! There are six or seven things on that list! Toss in a multi-vitamin and it's okay. We're doing okay. So I wipe the rejected hummus from my brow, delete the entry and go on to face breakfast with a renewed determination and purpose. Which brings us to today. WHY! WON'T! MY! KID! FUCKING! EAT! ANYTHING! (puts head down on laptop keyboaar348ooudfj;asd, weee3o3ps) You want today's list of Things My Kid Will Eat? Here is the list of Things My Kid... Read more →


Austin! Meetup! Yes!

Guess what! We're throwing a party this weekend! And you're invited! I am using pronouns like "we" totally unfairly, because...please. I am just showing the hell up. Usually I would at least bring some dip, but I don't think the new airport security rules allow for that much sour cream. Anyway, amalah.com reader Jennifer has awesomely offered to host an open house this SATURDAY, MARCH 10th, and anybody in the Austin, TX area is welcome -- nay, commanded -- to stop by. Details! (Deleted. Poof!) 38th 1/2! It's like we're partying with Harry Potter! Jennifer will be making breakfast tacos and pancakes, and if you'd like to bring anything -- booze, OJ, muffins, booze -- feel free. Again, it's an open house so just drop by whenever and stay as long or as little as you'd like. If you can definitely make it, let me know (in comments or email). If you aren't sure yet, no biggie. Come anyway. Oh, and no. Noah won't be there. Just me. I am sorry. I know he's the main attraction around here, so just figure this is your chance to meet the supporting cast of Bonanza, or something. PS: Weekend update: WE TOTALLY... Read more →


A Life More Ordinary

So I know my recent entries have been heavy on the photos and light on the...how you say?...wuh-urds? Yes, not so many words. But! This is merely a direct result of me and my boring, boring life where nothing ever happens. Behold! The biggest news stories of the past two weeks or so: 1) We are shopping for replacement windows, which means I have been talking a lot about "sashes" and "sculptured colonial muntin grids" and "I'm sorry, but your quote here appears to have an extra zero on the end and...what? Oh. Okay. I see." and "Please call a doctor, for I think I just had a stroke." 2) I finally, like just two days ago, bought my plane tickets to Austin for SXSW. Which I am speaking at, holy God. 3) I think I am allergic to my watch. And...that's pretty much it. Oh, except that I took a lot of photos, but you already knew that. Shirt by Old Navy, ego trip courtesy of illiterate offspring. No idea. No fricking idea. Anyway, while I would LOVE to stay and chat about what a nickel allergy does to one's knuckles, Jason has the day off today so we... Read more →