Golden, dreamy September, I remember you. Your days were longer than your ol’ pal December’s (heyyy there pineal gland— joke’s on you!). After our inaugural trip to Portland, Maine, this summer, we were itching to get back up north. On our way out of town in June, we stopped in at the inimitable Rabelais Books and picked up … Continue reading Hello again, Maine
girlcanon: I’d like for Winnie to know the power of stories, of quiet, of making, of work, of will, of baked goods, of perspective, of family, of women, of ideas, of giving, of children, of things that grow in the ground, of the poor. And even though I am no great fan of T.S. Eliot, … Continue reading A rather long list of things I want my 17-month-old daughter to read, eventually, or, The Winnie Canon
For my birthday/Labor Day, we went camping in Maryland, headed to DC to check out the National Zoo, Museum of the American Indian, and the National Gallery, and drove out to Charlottesville, VA, to visit Winnie’s grandparents, drink cider, and sleep in (the beauty of grandparents!). We also met some goats at Caromont Farm while on … Continue reading Winifred, the Goat Baby
It’s been over a month two and a half months (I maybe abandoned this post last month) since we came back from our vacation to Portland, Maine, and not a day has gone by that we haven’t talked about it— it was the perfect vacation, the perfect balance of going-and-doing and staying-and-not-doing. What follows are maybe, … Continue reading This Family Vacation
I woke up more slowly than usual. Mike had already fed Winnie. She brought me a ball in bed, clambering up on top of the bedspread and proudly displayed her new ball-kicking skills into my bedhead. It was a soft ball. We gathered up the day’s supplies (applesauce, clean dress, new stuffed bunny with a … Continue reading matins
1. Zucchini is the worst because it looks like pickles, but it’s definitely not pickles. It’s so not pickles that I can’t even appreciate how much mom drowned this in butter and zatar like I’m some kind of fancy, fat-deprived baby. 2. The white part of a hard boiled egg bounces when you throw it … Continue reading Four Ruminations from Winnie on Today’s Lunch
Tart and slightly sweet, Winnie can’t get enough frozen blackberries. Some might even say she’s gone mad for blackberries, devouring them with such ferocity that it left our kitchen looking a little, uh, Dexter-y? She’s really quite sweet. Really. Really, she is. And such a good eater, too!