Archive for June, 2008
momome
She watched her mother die in the streets of Seoul.
She practically raised two kids on her own, cooking almost all of their meals from scratch. Typical prep time: two days.
She survived refugee camps with her little brother riding on her back.
She survived a tiny backwater after being born in Tokyo and growing up in [...]
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mines?
The nanny has taught Max to say “mines” instead of mine. I am so completely bonkers about how to bring this up to her. Should I announce that no one is allowed to applaud his new vocabulary word because it’s just feeding into his growing toddler aggression? Every time she tells the [...]
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tossing a biscuit to an elephant
It smells like a giant Fry Daddy in here.
I don’t remember my mom being a compulsive cooker, but she’s been in the kitchen non-stop since last Wednesday…I think I may actually be sick of Korean food. Who knew that was even possible?
There are piles of sweet pancakes with jelly filling cooling in tupperware [...]
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Sleepless
I had five sips of coffee this morning. Those five sips created the three C’s of my current hell.
constipated
cranky
can’t sleep
What. I can’t sleep.
I have to tell you, I actually hate complaining about being pregnant. It’s boring, no? But this is what’s on my mind, and I can’t shut it off, and [...]
Filed under: hormones, my cervix is longer than yours, recreational blubbering, the mister, weirder and weirder | 6 Comments
nothin’bout nothin’
I have an hour before the apartment is populated again. I don’t count. I’m basically a piece of furniture at this point.
Last night I booked my mom’s flight to Brooklyn. Oh how fun. She’s going to make my husband insane, she’ll chase after my son with crazy ass mini tupperware portions [...]
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a l’eau low
A short animated film by artist Jeff Scher “L’eau Life”
I’ve been shopping instead of drinking. That nesting instinct is strong. I underestimated the power of the preparation panic that a mother will feel right before her child is born. Maybe I just forgot because it must have happened to me when I [...]
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