a day in the life

I'm a Paul kind of girl. But I was intrigued to read this new biography about the life of John Lennon after my mom read it. I've been reading a bit each night after the little one falls asleep. Despite the fact that I'm a Paul fanatic, I must admit that John seems to have been the Beatle with the most interesting personal life. He's definitely not someone I would have wanted to know or be friends with although I do admire him musically. I started thinking, does liking a certain Beatle say something about your personality? If you love John, are you extroverted and thrive on chaos? If you perfer George, does that mean you're shy yet worldy? I'm optimistic and open-minded, so I MUST be a Paul girl, right?

autumn continues...

On Halloween, we took the wee one to the Dallas Arboretum to gaze at mums, frolic among fallen leaves, and have fun with pumpkins. I discovered that there is a tree on the arboretum grounds that has been there since before the constitution was signed. (I love learning interesting facts about my city.) It was an absolutely perfect day (I wore a sweater!), and Harper slept the entire time. Despite the fact that she didn't see much of the gorgeous colors, we did snap some pretty darn cute pictures.

I've decided that holidays, outings, seasons, and special occasions are so much more fun with a child. I can't even imagine what Christmas is going to be like. There's something incredible about the idea of sharing these moments with my daughter, teaching her about traditions and the world around her. I can hardly wait for the next adventure...

a note on mommyhood

Nothing prepares you for being a parent. No book, no article, no Discovery Channel documentary show. (Although they are all quite helpful.) Nope. You can't understand what it's like to be a parent until you are one. And it's wonderful. And amazing. And empowering. And frustrating. And every emotion you could ever hope and hope not to experience.

One of the most incredible films I've seen in recent memory is Sam Mendes' Away We Go, a little indie flick with a huge message. The first time I saw it, I misinterpreted the message. I thought it was about a couple trying to find a new city to live in, one that would be perfect for their not-yet-born baby. But I saw again after we had Harper, and I get it now. It's about the many ways you can be a parent. The good ways, the bad ways, the ridiculous ways of being a mommy or daddy. I'd recommend it for anyone who is planning to have or already has children. You can thank me later.

early childhood musical tastes

Could it be that my one-month-old has better taste in music than I did at her age? After all, it took me at least 17 years to discover Radiohead. All joking aside, Rockabye Baby is a miracle worker. And Harper seems to enjoy the Radiohead version. I put it on, turn out the lights, and (wham!) she's out like a light. The geniuses over at Rockabye have created lullabye versions of "Paranoid Android," "No Surprises," and some of my other Radiohead favorites (although they seem to have left out everything from The Bends... grrr). We also own the Beatles Rockabye Baby, just in case she feels like drifting off to "I'm Only Sleeping"...

tick-tock

In the spirit of my absence from the blogging world lately, I present these adorable clocks from Decoylab. Wouldn't one be lovely in Harper's room? I thought you'd agree. They are works of art with time-keeping functionality! Genius, I tell you.

my little fall pumpkin...

Born: September 29, 2009
12:15 a.m.

lemony heaven

I am officially now head-over-heels for Haagen-Daz's "Zesty Lemon" sorbet. I seriously can't stop eating it, and the tiny pints are $3+ each! Not only do they contain zero grams of fat, but the calorie count isn't bad either. This new addiction can't be good for my pocket book, but perhaps this treat will help me lose baby weight?