I HAZ A THEORY!

 

If you have a computer, you’ve probably noticed how the young folks are using this thing called “Skype" – like the ubiquitous Google, people are even making into a verb and making requests to “skype” one another. Have you ever used it? With someone other than your mom? Were you somewhat put off by it for some inexplicable reason? Were you utterly amazed at the idea of being able to see your loved ones from far away, like in the sci-fi movies, but once you tried it it got really old, really fast?

You’re not alone.

For a long time, I used to skype (there’s that verb again) – with people and during the “conversation” I seemed to have forgotten EVERY IMPORTANT THING I WANTED TO SAY. I would close the box feeling slightly bewildered. I somehow lost sight of the real purpose of the call.

WHY!?

Well turns out that when you skype, there is a little box where you can see yourself!!

What starts out like this…

 

Turns into this:

 

It’s not a conversation with the other person! It’s a conversation with your egotistical self!

So next time you Skype with (GR!) or video chat with somebody, try turning the darn mirror off. It might be difficult! But chances are your hair will look the same at the end of a conversation as it did at the beginning.  

 

Or you might not like skype because the people you talk to are boring. I cannot help you there.

Sounds from my apartment

Across the way from our apartment lives some family with a really cranky baby. I mean really cranky. She (he?) daily screams bloody murder. I used to think the screaming came from the baby supply consignment shop next door. But I’m pretty sure this kid lives in our building.

Meanwhile, I am sitting in our family room with Micah’s laptop(the spacebar is faulty so don’t judge me by my writing today), looking across the room is Pippa sitting quietly on the couch (she likes to sit on the corner, supported on both sides so she can sit upright like a big kid).  She doesn’t sleep through the night every night, but she has a few times and only wakes up to eat. I’ve been reading books that talk about babies that cry for up to 8 hours a day. How to calm your fussy child. How to get your child to fall asleep.  And so on.

Perhaps it is providence.  Heaven only knows how we would have survived this stressful part of our lives with a super fussy baby. I guess we would have anyways.

I feel like, maybe, since I am writing this I will be someday eating my words and wake up to a screaming baby. It’s very possible. If we go out of the house she tends to be more fussy. But so far it’s been pretty good. Therefore I can’t really complain about life right now. Even though it is still VERY busy and stressful. I don’t like to write a lot about life with children, or even being the wife of a medical resident, because I worry that I will scare away people who are considering going through the same thing.

All I know is that it’s do-able. Not ever really easy. But worth it.

You’ll buy my book, How to Be Married to a Doctor, when it comes out, won’t you?

Pippa’s Blessing Day

Her dress was the one I once wore; made by my Dad.

Today…

I’m pretty sure Pippa genuinely smiled today. I think. Not really sure. She’s had a few “accidental” smiles. I think maybe once she smiled at me. (Wishful thinking?)

Today though, she seemed to smile as a result of something she saw. But it wasn’t me, or Micah.

It was herself.

A close-up.

So there you have it. Baby narcissist. Go figure. 

A picture

 

Because I don’t have a lot of time on my hands nowadays.

 

It’s okay because it’s awesome.

 

 

YOU’RE AWESOME!!