A blog full of memories
I’m sitting in Starbucks chatting with a girlfriend. The first social visit I’ve had since the J-man was born. He is next to me in his buggy. A baby starts crying. I look around expectantly to see if the mother (or father at this point) is going to do something about the crying baby. “Oh!,” …
Dave Rogers over at Urban Yukon wants to know: How has Urban Yukon affected your blogging? He is writing a story for What’s Up Yukon. I can’t remember how I found the Urban Yukon blog ring, but it was just when I started blogging—I just checked, apparently since 22 May 2007 (I thought it was …
The other day we came home from New Year’s Eve in Valais. We were supposed to go to a New Year’s Day spaghetti dinner and annual poker game but I was too tired (we did stay up until 2:00 am) and — surprisingly enough, my clothes didn’t fit. My maternity jeans–that I had no problem …
Around August, I had my first dream about Baby. I dreamed I left him in a changing room for the local swimming pool down by Lac Lémon. I had to remember that I was missing something, then, I had to remember where I left him. I woke up in a cold sweat–and verbally promised Ludo …
My sister wrote and asked me if I had any ideas for the end of the script she is working on. Unfortunately, I don’t. I wrote her back and said: “I’m just waiting for baby to arrive…visions of babies…dancing in my head.” Then I remembered this video of the dancing baby!!! It was the first …
We’re laying in bed one morning. I stroke his back with one hand and my fingertips. I think it must feel nice. He gets goosebumps. I try to say that in French. “Oooh–les poils du poulet.” With my Canadian accent, it comes out: “Oohh–la poêle du poulet.” Oh…a pan of chicken. How romantic. Snort.