Thomas and I are very happy to announce the birth of our son, Eliot. We’re healthy and happy (and happy. Did I mention happy?). As a friend of mine said (and I quote), Eliot is a “shweetoo coo coo pookie pookie squishy pwishy pooeypooeypie.”
You may have noticed a trend in my last few posts: aborability. Ok, maybe my journal entry on the election wasn’t cute, exactly, but it did give me a warm, fuzzy feeling. And now I bring to you a penultimate image in a series of cute things: my friend Sarah’s son Elliot, who was chosen as the “face” of Illinois’s Bright Start college savings plan. Yes, I know a television STAR:
Now, like any lover of books worth her salt (or ink, or paper), I cherish Jane Austen. And so does Stephen Colbert! Here is a very funny retelling of the sport of baseball through the lens of Austen manners and romance (the baseball-Austen thing starts at 1:45).
Lastly, I’ve created a FAQ page about The Cabinet of Wonders. Here it is.
I may not post again for a while, as I have some Very Important Business to attend to tomorrow morning. But I promise to update as soon as I can, with images that are even cuter than a baby dressed like a spider, than a pygmy hippo in water, than Americans exercising their right to vote, than a boy with sweet potato in his hair. Of course, I will be TOTALLY biased.
It’s a pygmy hippopotamus…the size of a pit bull puppy, and too adorable for words:
This is my polling station, which I can see from my window. The line looks pretty short, and I’m about to get in it. Don’t forget to vote today! If you don’t know where your polling station is, Google can help you find it.
Look, it’s Astrophil!
Well, sort of. It’s baby Julia, my friend’s daughter, dressed as a spider for Halloween. Too adorable!
The sun is going down in New York City, and it is a glorious day for trick-or-treaters. Everyone will be able to show off their costumes instead of covering them up with coats and hats and scarves. Halloween in NYC is fun….but I have to confess I’m feeling a little wistful for a good, old fashioned Midwestern Halloween. I’m remembering the smell and taste of pumpkin seeds roasted in the oven by my mom after me and my sibs gutted our pumpkins. Jack-o-lanterns are the best. The other day, I said to my husband that I was sad that we wouldn’t be able to make jack-o-lanterns with our son.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Rats!” I replied. “Cockroaches! Where would we keep a carved pumpkin? All the pests in NYC would eat it and us alive!”
“Maybe our next apartment will have a balcony,” he said. “And we can keep a jack-o-lantern there.”
Well, we can dream. Of course, that would just mean that we’d have rats and cockroaches on our balcony at the end of October, but maybe it’d be worth it.
I am home.
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by Billy Bragg and Wilco
I can’t believe it took me so long to get this, considering how much I love Volume I.
