Friday fun so forget work, ditch the office early, and look for the giggles.
I didn’t have a birth plan other than avoid surgery and get sleep. Success evaded me on both fronts but then control slips when parenting begins, even if I do still try to get them to eat things they hate. Who doesn’t like blue cheese salad dressing?
Adding to my weekly list of Things I’m grateful for in the Prime Steak of Life: having my kids when I did.
They were born in a time of advanced medical knowledge, in a good hospital with great staff who forgave me for running down the corridors screaming Who took my baby?!?!?
She’s right here, said the nice nurse at the nursing station. We kept her here for you while you were in the shower.
They weren’t born in the time of Birth Plans. I would have failed that class.
From Jamie and Jeff’s Birth Plan:
While we do not have a traditional “philosophy” of “childbirth,” we have been heavily influenced by orthodox Wholefoodism and the “(d)well baby/good design” movement. We believe strongly in the power of the female body and a long-term night nurse. We are opposed to torture/gluten. In the event you are ever unsure how to proceed today, please ask yourself, ” What would Gwyneth Do?”
Made me laugh which means another wrinkle, or shall we instead call them map directions? Here’s the brilliant Frances McDormand on aging.
Laughing is the way to go all the way down so I’m sticking with Jimmy (and my own funny guy, the Friendly Greek. Likes Frances, he too tells me when my rant is sour).
I loved you from the beginning, Jimmy. You keep giving me more reasons.
Happy Weekend and don’t forget to check those rotting bananas.
Try a cake with brown sugar fudge icing. Yes. You heard right. Want the recipe? It’s coming next month to subscribers only. So get on it. Sign up for my buzz sheet.