May 29, 2007
- Ask my baby if she wants to poop. When she poops, I ask again.
- Sing Sinatra-esque Foreigner songs to my wife when we go for a walk (“just one guitar…”).
- Be comforting when my wife’s big trip out to the farmer’s market opening – the one she’s been looking forward to for several days – lasts about fifteen minutes because there’s only about five tables setup and three are for meat products (“there, there, you can get fresh air tomorrow, too”).
- Hold on to that baby smell in my nose (it’s a mix of milk, newness, and dandelions…).
- Make sure the cat’s feelings aren’t too hurt by her displacement.
- Watch Vered make funny faces and stretch all her limbs out at once.
- Handle more poop.
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Madelyn loves to say “big poop” now. And she does.
Comment by cbd — May 29, 2007 @ 8:42 pm
I’d love a post on Vered’s name. I think it’s awesome, but I’ve never heard it before and wondered if you might offer a little write-up of its origin and meaning, or how you (and Jenny) came upon it.
Or, ignore me if it makes me a heel to ask.
Comment by madeline — May 29, 2007 @ 9:59 pm
Yeah, a lot of poop. That sounds about right. That goes on for about three years, btw.
Comment by Steve Krause — May 29, 2007 @ 10:14 pm
In response to madeline…
Although I may be confusing this entirely, Vered is a traditional Jewish name. It roughly translates as “rose” (Hebrew, Aramaic).
Comment by 1jargoncomputer — May 30, 2007 @ 1:01 am
That’s right! Vered is named for Jeff’s great-grandmother Rose.
It’s pronouced VER-ed (almost like saying “very red,” though without the long “e” sound at the end of “very.”)
Comment by jenny — May 30, 2007 @ 5:47 am