Dear Miri,
Christmas has come and gone. All throughout the week, all Daddy and I could think about was how you would be somewhere around 8 months old at this time next year. I already have our Christmas picture for next year figured out: you will be in a Santa dress and Zoe will have antlers and elf shoes.
Yeah, we haven’t been thinking of you at all.
I’m told you’re about 14 inches long and between a pound and half to two pounds in weight. Not that they needed to tell me your were growing - I have the stretch marks to prove it! (more…)
Apparently, this is a radical political statement. Why? Because people are stupid. They are afraid to “offend”.
Since when is wishing anyone a merry anything offensive? If I was in China and people wished me a “Lucky New Year” in February (which is when Chinese New Year falls), it would be stupid of me to get offended because I’m 1) Jewish and my New Year is in the fall or because 2) I’m American and in America we celebrate the New Year in January! LUNACY, people.
So here’s the deal - to my pagan or even atheist friends, I wish you a Merry Christmas. You, in turn, can wish me a Blessed/Happy Solstice. We’ll both smile and thank the other for the well wishes. African? Give me back a Happy Kwanzaa. Heck, I say “Merry Christmas” and you can say “Happy Festivus” and we’ll laugh and thank each other. It’ll be great! But don’t be foolish enough to expect me to not wish you well during this Christmas season. Next time I see you, I promise I’ll wish you a Merry Christmas AND a Happy Chanukuah/Solstice/Kwanzaa/Festivus, okay? But don’t try to take my celebration of goodness and joy or my desire to share these good spirits with you away. Just be happy a stranger is wishing you well, no matter the religion or holiday.
PS- In the spirit of the season, I’m taking a vacation. You won’t be reading anything new here until Jan 2nd, with exception to a “Dear Miriam” letter next Thursday. (Being sick threw off my schedule and missing last week upset me.) In the meanwhile, MERRY CHRISTMAS, Happy New Year and God bless us, every single one.
I’ve been having the weirdest bouts of insomnia. Even after I down my meds (a hefty sedative mix of Lexapro and Seroquel - both warning “Make cause excessive drowsiness”) - I find myself antsy and thinking and typing.
Part of it is my new career. Freelance writing is a fun but difficult job, especially when starting out. There’s so much marketing, book-keeping and administrative tasks involved in the upstart that I feel like I’m barely writing. But hey, I have the benefit of being my own boss - and putting myself on vacation like I did yesterday.
Two blessed weeks of vacation.
I’m a good boss.
Yet it’s the minute that I tell my brain to stop thinking about writing that I go into overdrive (more…)
Apparently, my webhost’s server was down and that’s why my site has been MIA for the last two days.
Didn’t notice much since the cold/flu season is running rampant here in the Mercurial household.
I’m going back to bed now. Sleepytime tea, anyone?
(This series of posts are inspired by Dooce’s monthly newsletters to her child. I thought this was brilliant but, like always, had to start ahead of myself. These will be weekly until Miriam Rose is born and monthly once she arrives.)
Dear Miri,
What a week it has been!
For three weeks now, I’ve been able to feel you move as I sit and write at my desk and write for 9 hours a day, which has given me great comfort to know you are active. But then, quite suddenly, you stopped moving. From last Saturday to Monday, you moved maybe once a day to the point where I could feel you and I was so scared something was wrong. But then, sure enough, two nights ago you became the dancing Squishy I’ve known you to be (more…)
