Sometimes, when I catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye, Rosie looks like Sabella.
As proud as I am of Emily, not a single day goes by when Something doesn't happen that makes me second-guess every bit of parenting I've ever done.
Sometimes I wish I'd started having babies when I was 21, so I could have had a dozen or so. And sometimes I realize that I'd just be obsessing over twelve kids instead of just one.
It's hard to find a way to apologize for something that happened a long time ago, especially when you don't really want to remind the person to whom you did it about the incident. (Or incidents.)
Friendships are worth working on.
How the heck am I ending up with double dates in this thing?
It's easy to say "It's just a job," but it's really impossible not to be affected by the atmosphere of a place you're in 40 hours a week.
No matter how tired I am in the morning, I never manage to go to sleep earlier at night. I do this OCD thing with puzzles - lately I've been doing two Anagram Magic Squares, and then two Places Please. I cannot make myself turn off the light until I've finished.
Wi-Max Internet beats satellite. But not by much.
Humidity saps absolutely all the energy out of me. Small tasks that are usually easy leave me feeling drained, achy, and a little nauseous. And yeah, I know it's not all that humid around here.
Apropos of high humidity - I must admit, a huge chunk of the fun of going to DisneyWorld is buying all the cool guidebooks ahead of time.
Emily has an awful lot of toys, especially considering how strongly we felt about not spoiling her.
I do not understand people who expend so much energy resenting the possibility that the guy next door might have more money than they do. You either have enough, or you don't. And everybody has to make tradeoffs.
Speaking of enough money - if I had so much money I really didn't have to think about what I spent, I wouldn't start with a new car. I'd get a MacPro and a 30-inch Apple monitor and every piece of software Adobe has ever shipped. And then I'd buy a Prius.
Getting old is unfair.
Part of me still wants to be a redhead, and I'm worried I'm getting too old for that sort of thing. If I could do a dark strawberry blonde thing, that'd be fun; of course, the reddish hair colors don't hold all that well. Still, it's coming in largely gray now - what do I care if I abuse it a little?
I really like that my hair got curlier after Em was born.
I have loved Emily all her life, and then some; but the older she gets, the more specific my affection becomes. She's sweet and mischievous and stubborn and unreasonable and strong and self-possessed. She is a constant fascination, and a constant mystery.
She's also beautiful. It's not important, not in the grand scheme of things; but she is. Right now it's wonderful. When she gets older, it'll probably dredge up some emotional rubbish for me to deal with. And it's also a little bit terrifying - being beautiful generally means that some people will want things from you just because of how you look.
I think I'm a pretty good mommy. I also think I won the kid lottery. I don't know how much is nature and how much nurture. Wouldn't it be funny if Emily's wit and charm was a result of a third trimester full of Burger King Big Fish sandwiches?
Marriage is cool. Wish I'd tried that earlier in life, too - I think I'd have grown up more quickly. Of course, I'd have had to have been married to someone else, which completely defeats the purpose of the wish.
I used to think I wanted to live forever. Now I know I only want to live forever if everybody can live forever with me.
I'm enjoying my extra-curricular computer studies, but sometimes even geeks need a night off.