Category: baby stuff

Two roads diverged, and I took the Patrick one

Two roads diverged, and I took the Patrick one
Today is an auspicious day in the life of the Dahl family. Thirty three years ago Steve and I were in Detroit. My sister was getting married.  Steve was multitasking: he was simulcasting on Detroit and Milwaukee stations, and he was doing a personal appearance on Friday.  Garry was in town as well. I can... Read more »

Bullet Points- Janter on steroids

Bullet Points- Janter on steroids
No- the headline Bullet Points  wasn’t an unintentional yet pervasively unfortunate headline, a la Fright 212, via the Sun Times. ( On Sunday? Really?  Who is editing over there, robots?)  I am not going to to parse the shooting gallery that is Chicago.  When the police Commish is patting himself on the back, who am... Read more »

Ten Things I want to Tell Mommy Bloggers

The genre bearing the umbrella title “Mommy Blogger” has exploded.  It is divine synchronicity:  brilliant women on the baby bench express themselves in eloquent columns, and mothers who are similarly situated join a virtual support community. It is a blessing for moms, often isolated after years of collegial workplace friendships. Some blogs provide guidance.  Some... Read more »
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Looking Back, Looking Forward...Fathers

Looking Back, Looking Forward...Fathers
I have landed at the home base for a change of clothes and climate. No grass will grow under my feet: I am off to Provence on Thursday with sisters and friends.  I sent Steve back to Florida so he would not pout about my gallivanting. It just might be that I am too much... Read more »

The Seasons Going Round

The Seasons Going Round
To borrow a phrase from a song I love- we can’t return, we can only look behind from where we came…. It has been a week for many looks. Years ago, Steve took a Maui ocean walk, and returned with a time share-  I mean interval ownership- in the Starwood Villas there.  I said no.... Read more »

Project One: Done. A Gallery.

Project One: Done. A Gallery.
When Steve is away, I choose a random task to complete. Why? To delude myself that I am efficient and useful in his absence.  Steve has suggested that I teach myself to cook.  The kitchen is for reading the newspaper. Silly Man. Last year I did my “This is Your Life, Dahl Boys” project.  The... Read more »
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The Afterglow, PT. 1

The Afterglow, PT. 1
The house has returned to semi-organized. The wrapping paper is back in its Tupperware bin, and the card table wrapping station has collapsed. We are still aglow. I declare this holiday a success. Gifts were opened and appreciated.  I was forgiven for duplicitous selections and incorrect sizing. I had pre-suffered for not listening closely to... Read more »

Grandparent's Manifesto

Grandparent's Manifesto
There is a broad community that blogs here- some physical contact exists, but we are predominantly a virtual bunch.  I am demographically OLDER than most here. Still, I like the outlet. It continues a tradition of familial remembrance. My husband created the original transparant family when he broadcast the birth of my first born son... Read more »

Two roads diverged...

Two roads diverged...
Last week we entered Prentice Women’s Hospital via the bridge that takes visitors to the parking structure.  We were over the moon, elated that Mary Dahl had burst into our world a week early. This bridge also leads to what was once Children’s Memorial, and is now the The Ann and Robert Lurie Children’s Hospital.... Read more »
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Child of Mine

Child of Mine
Steve was resolute: one child.  I was resolute: two. I won.  And then some. My second child was engineered to be a girl, and yet he stubbornly resisted my kitchen chemistry machinations.  He burst into our life in 1983.  He was not like Pat- calm and self contained. He was stubborn, finicky and time intensive.... Read more »