Otoplasty

In third grade, a boy once read aloud to the entire class a love poem he had written and dedicated to me, the only line of which I recall being "And I love your big Dumbo ears." Though this boy was showering me and my ears with tender affection, I later showered my pillow that night with tears. Up until that point I had felt fine allowing my mother to twist my hair into tight braids the occasional morning before school, but from then on I made sure my hair was always down and styled in a manner that hid the two wind sails on either side of my head.

For years I considered otoplasty, the surgery that pins sticky-outty ears back. I've come to embrace my other physical "goofs;" my large nose, complete lack of height, and small bosoms, but my ears have never failed to embarrass me when exposed.

Until I married Seve. Once again I have a boy showering my ears with love and affection, but this time my pillow is free from water works and able to enjoy several dry nights of sleep. As I walk around with my twin shutters wide open and bare to the world, I often recognize the look of "ugh doesn't she realize how much her ears stick out?" from friends and strangers alike, but if she can do it, why can't I? Of course the benefits of otoplasty still cross my mind when I pass my reflection, but for now, I'm content learning to love my little Wicked Witches of the East and West.

Oh, and I love my new baby boy.

Families can be

I don't often mention other blogs on here, but I just adore this Families Project from Backyard Bill. Check it out!

Hello, Simon

As I write this, Simon is currently sleeping soundly between Seve and me in our big warm bed as we both type away at our laptops. Every time I look at him I gush over with love and tenderness and I-just-can’t-believe-this-ness. And the sudden inspiration to have a “Simon Says” tag for future posts of the adorable things he’ll say when he learns to talk and thinks he’s the first person to ever discover Nirvana.

First and foremost, I want to let you all know how incredibly thankful I am for all the kind words and congratulations on our little Simon - I’ve been trying to return as many texts/calls/tweets/FB messages as I can; your love has not gone unappreciated on our end! We’re just terribly busy with our new little man.

The rest of this post is Simon’s birth story. It’s very long, so if you’re interested in reading, open up your afternoon, cozy up with some cider, and keep reading after the jump.

He's here

Simon Guy Isaacs, born October 3rd, 2011, at 1:34 PM. Birth story to come, I promise.

Ready when you are

I don't know why I'm being so impatient - my due date is on Sunday. But I'm ready now, baby, now! Besides, Seve would like to get out of some parent-teacher conferences.

Year of the Bear

8 3/4 month baby bump.

Ugh man I tell you what I can't wait for baby to get here. This last weekend was really hard; my first trimester sickness returned and I feel like my energy is officially at 0%. But with one more week to go and my doctor convinced I'll be greeting baby sooner rather than later (though his wife, the receptionist, laughed that off, "He told that to me, too. A vigorous game of tennis couldn't get our baby to arrive,") I'm hoping my next post will consist of a birth story where little Seve Jr. can finally show you all his new bear hat. He loves bears.

Also, Rachel Berry and I both own this sweater.

Just so you know.

Whole Lotta Love

While I'd really like to get a fancy DSLR, this new 35mm toy camera will probably be more fun. And more cost efficient, since it was only $25. I look forward to scanning some photos soon!

p.s. I actually had to watch a YouTube tutorial video to learn how to load film. I'm such a product of 2011. Where's the USB for this thing?