Nursing Buddha

Today is Mother’s Day. Sure the cynic in me may dismiss it as a Hallmark holiday but really, don’t mothers deserve a day? Not just mothers but fathers and grandparents and aunties and big brothers and all the other folks tasked by choice or not with the care of a child. Just 9 months into [...]

She is a crawling champ and pulls up brilliantly on any stationary object. If I get more than a few feet away, a look of glee and determination comes over her as she realizes not only could she be where I am but she could also be standing. And it looks a little like this… [...]

After weeks of stupidly trying to get her to crawl to family members or favored toys, turns out the Baby is most motivated by dirty leaves on the floor, probably tracked in on the cat’s ass. Wooo!

Around here, spring has sprung and is quickly being shoved aside for summer, or at least heat and humidity like summer. But soon the season will help The Man’s garden efforts pay off in a bounty of fresh maters, cukes and herbies. So once it’s hot enough to make me refuse to go outside, I [...]

A roving photographer in fairy wings took this shot of Baby Buddha rocking her chef get-up.

FARM BOX! FARM BOX! FARM BOX! This was a white bean, escarole, carrot dealie I sort of flung together with no real plan. It was excellent. Proves good ingredients can cover for a novice cook. Extremely sweet and flavorful broccoli and zucchini in this batch of FARM BOX! FARM BOX! And the ciabatta is so [...]

President Obama is in my town right this very second! It’s surprisingly exhilarating though I will never be closer than 7 or 8 miles away from him at any time. I suppose admitting this officially qualifies me as living with a pretty low threshold for excitement. Wooooo! Mah town’s on the teevee, Ma, come look, [...]

Baby Buddha’s first food was apple. Followed now by banana, sweet potato, butternut squash, and carrot. She has the start of two teeth on the bottom, which she is handling with grace.  She’s developed a knee scoot sort of pre-crawl. It mostly sends her backwards in a circle, looks a little like “the worm”…but she [...]

My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch’d words of my voice loos’d to the eddies of the wind, [...]