Tummy Time


We still hate tummy time. But at the same time, he’s getting closer to holding his head up and rolling over, and not every moment is 100% screaming; he can roll over on his side pretty consistently, and holds his head steadily if we support under his chest. We take this as progress.

I keep rooting for him to roll over and start moving, but at the same time I’m sure that once he becomes independently mobile, we’re doomed.

Things That Are Growing


The avocado pit I “planted” shortly after Benji was born: Not only have two long roots emerged from the bottom, but a little shoot with a couple leaves delicately wrapped around it has begun pushing its way up through the top.

So exciting! Remember how it felt as a kid, when you planted the bean and miraculously a sprout appeared a while later? Same feeling, only on a very slow time scale.


Our rain garden: Yesterday Deborah and I put the ferns in the ground. The big one didn’t look so large out in the woods. Just sayin’. I hope everything survives, but I’ve heard huckleberry bushes do not transplant well, so I won’t be surprised if those don’t make it. This really fills the garden in nicely; all I want is a few more reeds/grasses for the standing water area. Continue Reading >>

Oh, I Suppose It Could Be Worse


He doesn’t like his carseat, Sam-I-Am! Usually even a short trip involves so much screaming, which starts once he realizes we’re strapping him in and terminates only after we pull him out and cuddle him a bit. But a pacifier, knitted elf hat, and warm fuzzy blanket don’t hurt, either.

We don’t use pacifiers very much; Benji can find and effectively suck his thumb/fingers/hand, with the added benefit of his hand not falling out and getting lost when he stops sucking. That’s one of many parenting things I just don’t feel strongly about. Continue Reading >>


The other day, I went with Dad and my friend Karissa to some property Dad owns in Snohomish to harvest some native plants for our rain garden. In addition to huckleberry bushes, salal, and lots of sword ferns, we found a sink, a decomposed mattress, and a smashed old trailer.

“Interesting,” we thought, and went about digging up ferns. As we left, checking to make sure we got all our pots and shovels, Dad said: “We’ll bring everything but the kitchen sink.”


The next day, I came down from pumping milk for Benji. As I walked into the kitchen, I dropped one of the open bottles. “Darn!” I said, and then, to Ian’s surprise: “Well, there’s no use crying over spilt milk.” Continue Reading >>

One Day


Benji hand and Daddy hand.

Hard to believe that one day Benji will have big grown-up hands, too. Benji wants to know: How do adults DO things with those great big hands? Seriously, he can’t even fit his little fist into his mouth now – not for lack of trying, mind you – so how will it fit later?!

Time Travel Artefact


Found this inside my library book. I used to find it fascinating looking at the dates and seeing how often and at what intervals a book was checked out. This book, for example, is almost 20 years old and had periods of four and five years of sitting on a shelf, waiting. After 2002 we lose its story, thanks to electronic book tracking.

But I wonder: What do books do while waiting on shelves? Do they hope to get chosen, feel disappointed when the next book over gets taken? Do they have squabbles with neighboring books and hope for preserving? Continue Reading >>