You. Yes, you. Think I'm cute? Today I mysteriously got past the baby gate and made it to the landing before my older sister screamed "GRETA'S CLIMBING THE STAIRS!!!" (It will be a mystery forever whether or not Lucia opened the gate for me.) Today I also learned how to get onto the couch by myself, and my favorite thing to do is jump and run from end to end, getting precariously close to the edge and bringing to an end the relieved exhalation Mama has been feeling when she can turn on Dora and go into the kitchen to cook dinner. I dare you to look away for one second. I dare you.
This blog began in 2006, when I quit my job and sold all my furniture to move to Barcelona with Andrew, skipping town blissfully and dramatically; then we skipped town again, to California, and then, finally, back to Brooklyn. Now I'm in a rambling old house in the suburbs, with two babies and a husband and the suspicion that we won’t be skipping town again anytime soon—at least not the kind of skipping town that involves packing boxes and moving trucks.