dwr, newest catalog This arrived in the mailbox as the February snow was swirling outside and the Mardi Gras revellers were pouring down the sidewalks all bundled up and beaded. I love our tall skinny house with its postage stamp urban backyard, but sometimes I still like to dream of that one-story modern little gem…
the great switcheroo
It’s nearing that time to face facts. Belts are about to be replaced by elastic. Lots and lots of elastic. Luckily, my sister has a group of friends who like to collectively give birth to a new child every 6 months or so (for the past four or five years) and they’ve hit a lull…
twentieth week: downhill slide!
I thought I’d take a break this week from the external belly shots (which were frankly getting a bit dull) and share some internal ones. Here’s the little boxer in one of the few shots where he/she wasn’t flailing its arms around trying to find its own mouth. Once the vital measurements were all taken…