newsletter: month eight
Dear Nico, A couple of weeks ago Mark and I took you to a drum and dance. It was your first—on the outside. I was hoping that all the drumming I did while you were swimming around in your own personal...
View Articlenewsletter: month nine
Dear Nico, I’m writing this as you sleep through a hurricane. Her eye is a couple of states away. Although the wind is high and there’s flooding elsewhere in Massachusetts, and several of our local...
View Articlenewsletter: month ten
Dear Nico, Last week you turned 300 days old. Today, you’re ten. When do we get to claim you’re walking? When it’s unsupported, I guess. You wobble clear across a room holding on to grownup hands, and...
View Articlenewsletter: month eleven
Dear Nico, You’re eleven months old, and clearly done with immobility. No more wobbling across the floor; you still need the support of grownup hands, but given your druthers, you’d be running. Zoom!...
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Burns Day 2012, January 25th, I was drumming my metaphorical fingers on all the desks I could find. My due date had been the 19th; another day or two, and they wouldn’t let me give birth at the Birth...
View Articlenewsletter: month thirteen
Dear Nico, Last month you turned a year old, and I cheated. This month, I’d best come up with something entertaining and new to write, or else face the possibility that you’ll get bored, stop reading...
View Articlenewsletter: month fourteen
Dear Nico, I had this written two days ago, on time. Then the web host was broken. We can’t win! Except we do, every day, and then I sit down to write these letters and they don’t come out funny like...
View Articlenewsletter: month fifteen
Dear Nico, Yesterday you turned fifteen months old. As unhappy as this last month has been for your city, and for so many other places, you remain cheerful and loving. You speak in sentences. We woke...
View Articlenewsletter: month sixteen
Dear Nico, Yesterday you turned sixteen months old, but I didn’t write you a letter, because we were busy having brunch with beloveds and then sending you off on your first ever sleepover. This is what...
View Articlenewsletter: month seventeen
Dear Nico, You’ve been calling everyone by their name. Well, sort of. All cats are still Aki; but you know (and incessantly say) Martin, Eleanor, Mark, Baba (for babushka, which is accented on the...
View Articlenewsletter: month eighteen
Dear Nico, The other day you turned a year and a half old. We celebrated by decompressing at home from our three-week road trip to Nebraska. You screamed with and without reason. Holy hell, it’s the...
View Articlenewsletter: month nineteen
Dear Nico, Every month I sit down to write these missives to you, the thought of finishing one seems more ridiculous. A month is forever. Each month is fuller than the last. These snippets capture a...
View Articlenewsletter: month twenty
Dear Nico, You and your mass of inexplicably blond curls passed out half an hour early today. We’d been playing hard all day, starting with a 7:30am (!!) breakfast with friends and ending with a...
View Articlenewsletter: month twenty-one
Dear Nico, October was language acquisition month. And as of today, this goes for Russian too. Use the power wisely. My favorite words are “pinano” (piano) and “keedlee” (kitty). You delight in naming...
View Articlenewsletter: month twenty-four
Dear Nico, You haven’t noticed this, because you don’t read my blog yet, but this is the first newsletter I’m writing in three months. It’s also the last public one for a while. You’re growing so...
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newsletter: month fourteen
Dear Nico, I had this written two days ago, on time. Then the web host was broken. We can’t win! Except we do, every day, and then I sit down to write these letters and they don’t come out funny like...
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newsletter: month fifteen
Dear Nico, Yesterday you turned fifteen months old. As unhappy as this last month has been for your city, and for so many other places, you remain cheerful and loving. You speak in sentences. We woke...
View Articlenewsletter: month sixteen
Dear Nico, Yesterday you turned sixteen months old, but I didn’t write you a letter, because we were busy having brunch with beloveds and then sending you off on your first ever sleepover. This is what...
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newsletter: month seventeen
Dear Nico, You’ve been calling everyone by their name. Well, sort of. All cats are still Aki; but you know (and incessantly say) Martin, Eleanor, Mark, Baba (for babushka, which is accented on the...
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newsletter: month eighteen
Dear Nico, The other day you turned a year and a half old. We celebrated by decompressing at home from our three-week road trip to Nebraska. You screamed with and without reason. Holy hell, it’s the...
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