Posts from — April 2012

A photo a day

I love Instagram. And I don’t care how hipster-poseur that makes me. I love the way it shows you a tiny glimpse into people’s ordinary days. I love how it makes everything around me appear as a potential picture, I love that it makes it so easy to capture moments that I would otherwise miss with my big bulky camera. (Which I still love! XO big camera! Tru Luv 4-evah!) I just love it, the end.

For the month of April, I participated in the Photo of the Day meme dealio, where there was a prompt given for each day which you could interpret any way you pleased. Once you found something you wanted to photo-gram that fit that theme, you shot it, filtered it, and then hashtagged it with #photoadayapril, where it was then added to a giant pool of people’s shots of their interpretations of that day’s word or phrase. Really fun, really easy and at the end, you have a month’s worth of snapshots of your daily life. Pretty rad, I think. Here is my April, Instagram-photo-a-day-style:

Day 1: Reflection

Obvious. But remarkable, given the particular time in my life.

Day 2: Color

Rosie and one of her “maps.”

Day 3: Mail

I pass the postal mecca every day on the way to work.

Day 4: Something that makes you happy


Day 5: Tiny


Day 6: Lunch

Most of the pool of pictures this day consisted of gorgeous spreads of artfully arranged meals. I kept it real.

Day 7: Shadow

Noah, dreaming big on a Saturday.

(I skipped Day 8. Partially because it was “Inside your wallet” and no one wanted to see pictures of 327 Target receipts and moths and partially because I forgot.)

Day 9: Younger you

Here I am as a fetus, getting married.

Day 10: Cold

Lows in the 50s? Where’s my scarf, y’all?

Day 11: Where you ate breakfast

Lie. I ate in my car, like I do every day.

Day 12: Stairs

Rosie’s dollhouse.

Day 13: Something you found


Day 14. How you feel today

I was feeling maternal. Also, pregnant.

Day 15: Sunset

Totally forgot to do this one, too. This was more like sunsat.

Day 16: Flower

Our neighbor’s rose bush, caught in the sunlight while walking Noah to school. He came out while I was taking the picture and said I could have as many as I wanted.

Day 17: Something I don’t like


Day 18: Hair

Took a million shots of the top of my head before I realized this shot was approximately one bazillion times better.

Day 19: Orange

You knew burritos would show up at some point, right?

Day 20: Something you drew

Slash, something my offspring drew.

Day 21: Bottle

This was the wall of a restaurant L and I went to on a bona fide actual date. It was rad. (The date. And the restaurant.)

Day 22: The last thing you bought

Yes to eensy baby clothes.

Day 23: Vegetable


Day 24: Something you’re grateful for

This guy.

Day 25: Looking down

When I saw this prompt early in the month, I thought, well, duh: my belly. But I have taken 193838473284328 pictures of my belly from that perspective, and so luckily Rosie peed in her pants while we were in public, kindly providing me with inspiration for that day’s picture.

Day 26: Black + white

No explanation necessary.

Day 27: Somewhere you went

Ms. Needham’s first grade class, Clairemont Elementary School

Day 28: 1 pm

Once again, we were having burritos.

Day 29: Circle

Magna Doodle: the original Draw Something

Day 30: Something that makes you sad

Swole feet.

There you have it. Thirty pictures in 30 days. I dig. Jury’s still out on whether or not I’ll do May’s PAD challenge. I’m still looking for the one where every day’s prompt says “YOUR BABY.” I’ll keep you posted.

April 30, 2012   1 Comment

Weekend Still Shots


The baby’s side of Rosie/his room is not really decorated, per se, but it’s coming along. It’s functional, which is the most important part, I know, I know, but I’ma need some art on the walls at some point! And maybe a tchotchke or five! Currently, I’m waiting on the knobs I ordered from Etsy to put on the new dresser/changing table L did battle with to assemble a few weeks ago. I’ll be photo-gramming that after le bebe arrives, since his side has a knob with his initial (Rosie’s side has an R knob), and we don’t want to go spoiling any surprises now, do we? Noooooo.

April 29, 2012   2 Comments

Short paragraphs

Siri: How do I deliver my own baby?

I am becoming increasingly nervous about my commute to work. Per doctor’s orders, I am only driving in three times a week, but even so I have this recurring nightmare about going into labor solo on the side of I-75S. If you’ve read Rosie’s birth story, you know this is not an impossibility. Maybe I should look into a police escort. Or at the very least, put clean towels in the passenger seat, just in case.


A couple of weeks ago, we told Noah the baby’s name. (But not Rosie, because that would be like announcing it on Facebook. Or on national television.) We told him it was a secret, and he has been like a CIA recruit with the knowledge. Ain’t no one getting that info, son. In the meantime, he whispers goodbye to my belly using the name in hushed tones when I drop him off at school, or sometimes spells it out when Rosie’s around, just because he can. It was a good idea to tell him, I think.

Maternity left

Somehow my brain is under the impression I already had this baby and therefore is functioning under newborn sleep-deprived mode early. Simple tasks, I am not completing them so well. The number of people I have emailed about subjects entirely unrelated to them is too numerous to count, and a couple of times I have just plumb forgotten to start dinner (once because I fell asleep on the couch, but still). Plus, I drop stuff all the damn time. No, but ALL the time. I don’t know if this is a puffy finger thing, or a cruel joke that the Universe is playing because it likes to watch attempt to bend over to retrieve all the things or what, but it’s stupid and no thank you.

We can do it

Rosie has mentioned her desire to “grow up and be a mama” several times to me, which I find endearing and also slightly alarming, like I need to affirm that choice but also make sure she gets enough rah rah feminist talk to balance things out? I mean, I’m pro-being-a-mama, obviously, but am also in favor of that being an “in addition to …” statement. Maybe for a fun Saturday activity we will learn how to weld or perhaps burn my bra in the front yard. Something. I’ll keep you posted.

April 25, 2012   4 Comments


Week 38: The point where you start posting pictures of your actual belly on the internet.

Yeah, that just happened.

April 24, 2012   2 Comments

Weekend Still Shot

(Won’t be a table for four much longer.)

Explanation of WSSs here.

Compilation of past WSSs here.

April 22, 2012   No Comments