B is standing regularly now, pulling herself up on whatever offers, and she has a wonderful habit of chuckling up at us as we make admiring noises (the only kind we make). She also has learned the old faithful “peek-a-boo,” … Continue reading
A trifecta of superbity: 1. A terrific article 2. by the funny, exemplary Steve Rushin, 3. about the great, great distance runner (and Connecticut native), Bill Rodgers. Read it here. (Oh, do read it. You don’t have to be a … Continue reading
I posted last summer about a review of Richard Mabey’s book, Nature Cure, and how much I was looking forward to reading it. I brought it with me to Minnesota, but the intervals between feedings/changings/nappings/fiddlings/walkings/playings/cleanings don’t allow for the kind … Continue reading
Breaking news! The B can now haul herself upright, then push off behind anything movable. She started out motoring along behind an upended laundry basket, but one of her doting adult relatives felt that the family honor demanded a dedicated … Continue reading
The UConn women win it all, having dominated all season. And yet a close observer ranks them only third in the long line of great teams at Connecticut. He’s probably right. Some program. O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! … Continue reading
The association of ideas has a wonderful power. Something I read recently used (ironically, of course, and slightly mangled) the snippet, “The ploughman homeward plods his weary way” from Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard. Speeding along a … Continue reading
I wrote last year about the University of Connecticut Women’s basketball team’s ultimately unsuccessful drive toward a national championship. Tonight, undefeated all season, we cheerfully watched them thump Stanford—the team that knocked them out last year—in the semi-final game. And … Continue reading
H and I had all sorts of hopes when we were in New Hampshire for little jaunts in the White Mountains with sweet B, and perhaps even a few days on the ski slopes, but her schedule in clinic and … Continue reading
She’s eating her carrots. But today she’s apparently decided not to take naps. Hot tip: the Tilty. As they say, A Better Sippy Cup. … Continue reading
Sweet B turned eight months old Monday. Bubbly was served. Things here continue to revolve around her. Walk into any room of the house and there would be no doubt there is a baby in residence. She has become a … Continue reading