J'Espere

Today, as I was rushing around getting ready this morning,  M. told me to look over at the baby, who was happily entertaining herself before her morning bottle. I did and saw her reading. A book. That’s right. The librarian’s baby was reading herself a book. Everyone thinks their baby is an advanced genius who might save the world or become the next great humanitarian, and I am one of them. I thought since I was in education I could be somewhat more objective but it turns out I can’t be. She’s brilliant. I watched in awe as she lifted the book to examine an illustration and then…tried to eat it. Mouth working over time wondering why that orange fish wasn’t fitting into her mouth.  A reminder that she is still just a little one. Mornings are the hardest part of our day, and the sweetest. Sweetest because SL is usually in a good mood, laughing and smiling and cooing up a storm.  Hardest because I’m running around like crazy pulling together everything so I can leave her for the whole

                It sounds like a teenage girl’s diary. My first thought was that the second sentence should be “Ken wants to study for the algebra test together. Should I?” But in this case,  I wasn’t worried about Ken, or about the cupcake per se. Sure, cupcakes have more calories than regular food, but I worked that out with marathoning.  What I worried about was SL.  Nursing has brought its own struggles but the real injustice has come from being able to eat so. Much. Food. But not being able to eat dairy.  During the holidays I applauded myself on restraint. Christmas Eve dinner was ridiculous minus the mashed potatoes, rolls, and 5 layer red velvet cheesecake made from scratch (it was seriously an exact copy): . I had fruit.  My plate held a piece of meat, peas, and cherry jello salad- we’re Southern, so jello somehow made it into the same category as vegetables.  And it’s not like the Polar Express served fruit and water.                 But then after the holidays ha

Not for me. I actually love my job, though I have momma guilt every day I leave sweet SL and travel five miles down the road to make not much more than what we pay her babysitter. But 10 years ago, I would have jumped on this job so fast they wouldn't have had time to post it. Here it is: Cup of Jo Seeks Editor Cup of Jo is one of my favorite blogs to read and I think getting to work with her would be amazing. When I lived in NYC all I wanted was an opportunity like this. Of course, I loved what I was doing at the time, but also understood that it would come to an end, as all introductory jobs do. And I also understood that I would probably run out of money before that. True prophecies. But what strikes me as most interesting is that I can actually check off most requirements for it. Blogger? Check. Experience with Photoshop/photo resizing/html? Check. Ability to scout out things? Double check. Reading this blog post made me really homesick for New York. Reading about how I w