http://damomma.com No answers. Just stories. Tue, 30 Jun 2009 16:27:22 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Did such a small, anonymous little girl ever have so loyal a following? Thank you all for your notes, your prayers, your good wishes. It does mean a lot. Eden's weight is climbing slowly. Her liver enzyme numbers are not radically changed. So the plan is to ... http://damomma.com/2009/06/29/how-is-eden A check, which becomes a little cash. A call to Sunbeam, which becomes an untethering. A Google search for "Cape Cod Bed and Breakfast" -- which becomes a send off. Cute Husband and I grab our fuzzy chicken-legged baby and escape. We hit the road after 5:00 on ... http://damomma.com/2009/06/29/an-escape "What was the best thing about Ducky?" Mare asks. Two years have passed, and I am gratified: Mare still remembers her. "She was amazing at loving people," I say. "What does that mean?" "I mean that love is hard work. And she worked at it harder and ... http://damomma.com/2009/06/26/love-is-work I was raised with the idea that motherhood was a lesser occupation -- even that it was the ultimate oppression of women. I understand why I was taught that. I was the granddaughter of a mini-suffragette (Ducky) and a woman who managed a PhD at Harvard while serving ... http://damomma.com/2009/06/21/go-ask-your-mother Mare enters my room, sobbing. I am sorting out the oil bill, a sick cat, and waiting for callbacks from Eden's doctors. They've been in the toy room most of the day watching movies. And I've got itchy bites all over myself. "Renny hurt my feelings," Mare weeps. "She ... http://damomma.com/2009/06/19/some-days-you-just-have-to-laugh Yesterday morning Dr. Button showed me Eden's digital chart. I hadn't wanted to know before. But this was her two-month appointment, she was wide-eyed and adorable, up six ounces, and we were jovial. Stripes of yellow run horizontally across the chart. The key on the footer shows a ... http://damomma.com/2009/06/17/abnormal-panic It's finally here -- that time when the good stuff is everywhere in the markets, fresh and green and relatively affordable. Piles of green and vibrant red and even rich purples and sunshine yellows. Summer eating is simple, fresh, unadorned. A few weeks ago I asked the Food Whore ... http://damomma.com/2009/06/15/summer-food I am nursing Eden on the couch in the kitchen when she bites me. Hard. I yowl and right at that precise moment remember the custard for the strawberry ice cream is on the stove. I stand up to rescue the custard and instead send a glassful of ice ... http://damomma.com/2009/06/13/the-worst-night-ever Miss Ellie has started a blog. Turns out, she's a pretty snazzy writer, too. And she's featuring regular give-aways of jewelry, too. Check out this one: http://damomma.com/2009/06/09/it-must-run-in-the-family Mare and Ren are each getting one activity this summer. Mare picked ballet right off. Ren did, too. "I don't think you really like ballet, Doodle," I said. "I DO!" she said. "Really? -- I think you like it because Sissy likes it. But I'm not sure you actually ... http://damomma.com/2009/06/04/ni-hao-ma-huh