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Yoo-hoo! Anyone out there? I won’t be surprised if there’s not a soul around, I’ve been gone so long. Not my fault this time. As some of my three readers might know, the site’s been down, and I’ve had not a smidge of recourse. But we’re back. Let’s move on. You’ll see that I’ve already posted a (late) one-month pic of Thalia, yay. (Cute, right? Gal likes her bath time.) I wanted to post-date that post, but couldn’t quickly figure out how.
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A bunch of rusty orange train cars marked HERZOG in big white lettering rolled by this afternoon. My immediate association was Werner Herzog, which was kinda funny. I’m no Werner Herzog expert, far from it. But the little I know of him makes me think it’d be somehow fitting for the director to buy up a bunch of train cars, have his name painted on them, and use them to haul stuff needed for his films-in-progress around the USA.
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Todd (to baby): “Your breath smells like breast!”
Baby: …
Susannah: “It smells like milk. It smells sweet! I love how it smells.”
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Via the internet (how else), I just dipped so far down into pools of what’s starting to feel disturbingly like my former self and my former life that, when I came up for air, it almost seemed weird that I had a child sleeping in the next room. Like: Wait. What am I now, what is this life I’m living?
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Three thoughts on a baby’s burp:
1. It is absurdly cute when a baby burps. Sometimes the burp fits the baby. Sometimes, as with the disproportionate ratio of baby’s head to baby’s body, the burp is oversized, alarming. A man’s burp. (Ditto for gas on the other end.)
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I was at the mall, and I had my parrot with me. The parrot wore a diaper, and I carried her snug against my upper chest and shoulder, with one hand cradling the parrot’s diapered, er, bottom.
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I got some great news recently: TWGDOYPR is the September pick for the book club at Mac’s Backs, a wonderful independent bookstore in Cleveland, Ohio. Imagine! A whole club of people reading my book. (If any of you club members are reading this, hello! Welcome! I’ll be happy to answer any questions you might have…) Things like this are so crucial for little books like mine. I mean, look at the success of The Lace Reader:
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