I can tell from the stats that about the same number of people are still checking in with this blog, but comments are way down. Remember the days when we used to get comments in the double digits? Yeah, I don’t blame you if you don’t. It was a long time ago. I want to change that around, though. How can I do it? I need your help. I tried to reach out with the poll, but that didn’t get me very far. It also didn’t technically work all that well for me. Anyway, what should we talk about? TV? The Walking Dead? I’m pretty much hooked. Homeland? I’m completely hooked. Top Chef? I wasn’t feeling the first episodes so I deleted one without watching it. Yeah, I said that. Movies? I loved Argo. Loved it. I liked Skyfall; I thought it was pretty fun. Books? I’m reading The Scientist in the Crib and it’s truly fascinating. Babies? I have one who’s pretty great, but I wish she wouldn’t be so loud sometimes. Kristin’s sister just had twins – a boy and a girl. Yikes, but adorable. Pajamas? Baby pajamas have no business having snaps on them. Why would anyone do this? Are zippers that much more expensive? They’re certainly not measurably less cute, but they are immeasurably easier to deal with. Pajamas go on the baby, or come off the baby, at the time of day/night when that baby is at its worst. Bear gets crankasaurus before bed and if we don’t get those pajamas on early enough, it can be a long battle. Similarly, if Bear wakes up at 3 am or 5 am starving to death, she’s most likely soaked and needs to be changed. This means those pajamas with snaps have to be unsnapped and snapped back up again. For God’s sake. Put a zipper on it. Ok, sorry for that aside, but Terry sent me a cute Huff Po article about the 20 things some new mom wished she’d known about the first year of babyhood. And she mentioned the hierarchy: zippers then snaps then buttons. She’s right, but it’s even more serious, in my opinion, when we’re talking pajamas. Which I was. Now then, what do you want to talk about? And I mean it this time: tell me!
Archive for November, 2012
I urge you to watch this. I think it’s just fascinating.
Happy election day, all!
In honor of the election, I would like to note how much Bear has changed in just eight short months. I know it happens to all of the baby bears, but holy cow is it crazy to see.
Mollybear, March 2, 2012
Mollybear, April 8thish, 2012
Mollybear, May 20, 2012
Mollybear, Early June, 2012
Mollybear, June 24, 2012
Mollybear in July 2012 (maybe)
August 17, 2012
September 2, 2012
October 6, 2012
Mollybear, October 13, 2012
Mollybear & her bestie, Reilly, November 4, 2012
It’s been lonely around this blog lately. I miss you guys.
I just came upon this news, which made me feel old and sad. I remember where I was when I learned he died: in my basement dorm room in Liz Waters Hall. Oh, River. I was never a fan of your extreme veganism,* but I loved you nonetheless.
*I remember an acquaintance making fun of the dreamy actor, declaring, “Don’t eat meat! Do drugs!”
life and puppies 