Spring Training
Sometimes I feel like Nikola and I are smack in the middle of the traditional family fairy tale. Of course, I arrived at it in a roundabout way, 10 years after the fairy tale usually…
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Nemo: My Little Orange Lenovo
My macbook pro has been on the way out for about 3 years now. Sometime before I left for Peace Corps in 2010, its battery died (has it really been five years since I came…
Life is Good
Occasionally, circumstances conspire to make me appreciate life just a little more. Recently, there have been a few deaths among my family and acquaintances. In the past, death has caused me to feel a range…
When Birthday Has A Whole New Meaning
Peatuk is currently in bed, taking his usual after-breakfast nap. He is so sweet when he sleeps. Lately he is on his back with his arms flung up by his ears and his lips making…
Yet Another Cloth Diapering Blog
The internet is filled with blogs about cloth diapering. What works. What doesn’t. Which brands are best. How to wash. How to strip. How to DIY. It is all out there. I don’t really have…
Strolling
I took Peatuk out in his stroller today. The last time we used the stroller was before we moved to Gabrovo, so it has been at least two months. Generally, Nikola and I only use…
The Boy In My Locker
Remember in high school when you used to keep picture of your significant other in your locker? I kept this picture of Ernest Hemingway: Perhaps I knew I would never have a boyfriend in high…
Yay to the One-Drawer Wardrobe!
A recurring theme since I became pregnant a year and a half ago has been frustration with my wardrobe. Some of the frustration has been because of my changing body. Not only did I have…
Communication, Unlocked
If you have children, then you know how magical it is when you can actually start communicating with them. I didn’t, until the other day. It is true that Peatuk has slowly been gaining communication…
The Thrill of the Chase
Peatuk’s favorite game these days is a very simple form of, “chase.” Tag. Gotcha. He loves when either me or his father threaten to “get him,” and then gleefully grab him and pick him up,…