My call narrative

I saw myself seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the rain of my food filled the kitchen.


Above me were parents, each with two hands: With one they covered their faces, and with another they were wiping my mouth. And they were calling to one another: "Holy, holy, holy cow is this a mess."

At the sound of my voice the doorposts and thresholds shook and the kitchen was covered with baby food. "Woe to me!" I cried. "I am ruined! For I am a baby of unclean lips."


Then one of the parents flew to me with a rubberized spoon in her hand, which she had taken from the cabinet. With it she touched my mouth and said, "See, this is apple-blueberry puree; now please calm down."


Then I heard the voice of my parents saying, "Who sent us this baby? And will we ever have a normal life again?" And I said, "Here am I. Feed me!"

--Maddie

Canine? Ca-mine!

I am going to catch that dog ... eventually. I'm getting faster every day, and she is getting (if ever so imperceptibly) slower.


I know it's been a long time since my last post, so here's a glamour shot for those of you who have been missing my pretty face:


Of course, if it were a real GlamourShot, they probably could have Photoshopped that drool off my chin. Dad! Not fabulous!

--Maddie

Caption contest ! ! ! !

Dear Friends,

You've all been reading this blog for months now -- you probably have pretty good insight into my thought processes by this point. So today I inaugurate the first Maddie-ness caption contest.

Have at it:


--Maddie

If you conceive it, they will come

Well, the parade of people through my nursery (by which I mean, our whole house) continued this week when Aunt Sarah came to town. A day later, Henry showed up. Ordinarily I would call him Uncle Henry, but as it turns out Sarah is a real aunt, so I have to give her special props.

Anyway, we had so much fun with Sarah that we forgot to take pictures, but I do have one with Henry the Pastor Guy:


--Maddie

Music to my tiny ears

Yesterday I kicked back and relaxed a bit while listening to DeBussy's "Clair de Lune" on my iPod...


Does classical music really make baby smarter? Yes. No. Maybe. Whatever. Now if I can just get the 'rental units to supply me with a nice sippy cup of Oregon pinot noir to go with my cardamom-infused butternut squash (see my last post), I'll be all right.

Also, the papa-razzi finally caught up with me at the Y, where I was keepin' it real with my homeboy David and our moms:


You can't tell, but I'm wearing Spiderman Splashers (pool diapers) (yes, they make those). Remember, kids: Mo' splashing, mo' betta.

--Maddie

For the baby foodie

Just when you think you have the Fabulous Life figured out, you realize that you could be doing more. For example, today the NY Times reports that babies now can get food with things like coriander, shallots and ginger.

“Why shouldn’t babies, of all people, get to eat delicious things?” asks the founder of one of these companies. Why not, indeed?

Maybe I can talk mom into starting up one of these in Atlanta. After all, the All-Clad and the Wusthofs could just sit around for years otherwise.

--Maddie