Last night a little magic went out of the world with the death of the incomparable David Bowie. Many much more eloquent, and significantly more rested tongues than mine are/will be singing the praises of this great artist, but I wanted to share my own little celebration of his life. Thank you Ziggy Stardust for the music, style, and wonder you brought to the world. And for Jareth the Goblin King.
As another fun snippet, here is a link to his Formative Reading List, featuring 75 of the artist’s must-reads and including such gems as A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn and Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.
Lastly, let us console ourselves knowing that while Tilda Swinton lives, Bowie can’t really be gone (because clearly they are in fact one person)…and that, when you get right down to it, we are all made up … Continue reading
What what what?! It seems impossible but yes, Mr. Quentin is three months old today. I’ve snatched a few moments to share some photos from the past month or so (excuse the low quality cell pics…it is now a rare event indeed for mama to be able to bust out the real camera). I would also like to make it known that I do intend to return to other topics one day, but I know you will forgive this doting mother, as my whole world is currently contained within this little man. At any rate, whilst you peruse the below photos, here’s a season appropriate song for your listening pleasure:
Our tiny fellow has developed such personality: charming, engaged, flirtatious, rascally, cuddly, adoring, precocious, curious, funny, alert, and just as he was in my belly, super active! We are so hopeless in love with him.
It’s such a treat and … Continue reading
Incredibly, Quentin is one month old today. The time has at once flown and dragged painfully by (3am feedings, I’m looking at you) through this period of what someone dear recently, and very appropriately, described as “bootcamp.” Certainly we’re experiencing both extreme psychological and physical challenges, though there is more muscle atrophy than muscle building happening currently.
As some of you know, Quentin’s birth was not an easy one. Certainly very few birth stories are especially easeful, but ours was one for the books. I wanted to take a moment today to thank all of you, my dear ones, who gathered around us in those early days, and those special few whose sustained support has been invaluable in the weeks since. I had grand visions of sending out proper thank you cards to each of you angels, but all hopes of that have flown to the wind along with such … Continue reading
On September 9th, we welcomed Quentin Thomas Dubail, a big healthy boy at 8 lbs, 10 oz and 21 inches long. He’s such a special little being, and we’re completely enamored already.
Photo credit: Hannah Wahl
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They call it an estimated due date. Yet after 40 weeks of responding to seemingly endless “When are you due?” inquiries, one does tend to put more weight than is strictly prudent on said date. For us, yesterday was that day. September 3rd. The great Response. But instead of having a baby (in fairness, only 5% of women give birth on their due date), I spent the day tidying up for the umpteenth time and engaging in a bit of light pruning. I’m fairly sure that in my case, the so called “nesting” period right before labor will be difficult to recognize since I’ve already been spied on a step-stool, scrubbing the bathroom ceiling. Yeah.
At any rate, I thought this might be a good time to give you a look at a project I recently completed for the nursery. Designed on a whim, and completely hand-sewn, this little mobile … Continue reading