I've been resisting posting a picture of myself with Champ. But in honor of the woman who wrote this amazing article that made me cry...
... here's a picture from when Champ was a week old, showing me in all my no-makeup, red-cheeked, double-chinned, sleep-deprived, bra-strap-showing glory. Damn, I was happy. (Still am, come to think of it.)
And here's one from this week. My nanny took it because she realized my sweater matched Champ's pajamas. Champ looks like she's thinking, "Oh God, she's gonna kiss me again, isn't she? ISN'T SHE?"
To all those moms out there who disappear when the camera comes out because you don't think you look good enough...
Well. Just read the article.
Then dry your eyes and get the camera out. You look great.
'Bass Ackwards and Belly Up' and 'Footfree and Fancyloose' tell the story of four best friends who commit the ultimate suburban sin: putting off college to pursue their dreams.
Publisher's Weekly said: "Full of romance and adventure, laughter and tears, the story is a reminder that veering from the straight and narrow road doesn't always lead to a dead end."
L.A. 2009. I’m stuck in traffic on the 101 freeway, listening to Isabella Rosselini on NPR. Isabella, for some reason, mentions that starfish are one of those rare species that can reproduce asexually, and I realize that if I could do that, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a boyfriend/husband. I wouldn’t have to internet date! I wouldn't have to figure out if I want to/can/should have a baby/adopt a baby/child on my own. I wouldn't have to stress about things like FSH levels, or weigh my feelings on in vitro versus adoption.
I would just have a baby. Thus began my starfish envy.