A friend of mine asked if I get bored being a parent, and the answer is honestly, no. This was a fear of mine that I would be bored because, let’s face it, who hasn’t babysat for some kids and sort of dreaded the hours of just trying to think of somethings to entertain the kidd0’s. I’ve never been a good babysitter. I didn’t do it very often. I get bored. I hate having to entertain kids for hours. Don’t get me wrong though. I l-o-v-e to play. I could play for days, but I’m not into entertaining. There’s a difference. A big one. I was nervous that parents are placed in that arena of constantly trying to entertain their kids. I didn’t want that. I want to play with Ev. I want her to be imaginative. I want her to be able to entertain herself. I want her to not have to look to Josh or I as a sort of Marx brothers duo, constantly giving her slapstick humor to bide the time away.

But it hasn’t been like that. At least yet. She is only (almost) 7 months. How much entertainment does an infant require? Very little. She is playful however. And joyful. And becoming increasingly more demanding of our faces being somewhere near her so she can double check and say “good, those fools are within my grasp. can’t let em get to far away.”. But never, ever has this whole parenting endeavor been boring.

It has been: tiring (yadda yadda yadda – singing the same song all over the world), surprising, frustrating, confusing, doubting, and a plethora of other “ings”. But it has never been boring. In a good way and in a bad way. And in these moments when I put her down for her mid morning nap, I let these thoughts out, because a friend asked if I got bored. And to her, and to others, no. Parenting is never boring. Babysitting still, will always be.




Gals – Tomorrow some of us will reunite. You are my bestest pals. I love you all in a thousand directions and in a thousand places all over my heart.

We are so good together. We are so loud together. We are the greatest gong show, and the quietest moments.

We shed the scales of adolescence together. We discovered what “ZAN!” means together. We’ve stripped naked and plunged ourselves into the sea. Both the literal sea, and the shaky, stormy seas of life (love that metaphor – gross).

We knew how important this sisterhood was when we forged our own ways in this world. We made pacts – drew blood – to keep this ‘hood sacred and connected.

seriously?!? how young are we?

We dance and sing and scream and shout and laugh and sigh and sweat and giggle and break-down and forgive and get mad and grow up and learn and relearn and relearn again. But mostly we try so hard to love one another in the purest and simplest way.

chop the…. night?

And on Saturday, one of our sweet gals is getting married. We love her. We love her new guy. (I especially love that he is teacher – stick together educators!). We get to gather around like the chickens we are and surround her with love. SO MUCH FREAKING LOVE! It’s that simple. I love these gals.

She’s getting married!

Wowie! 5 Months!

Here she is! In all her glory. She’s five months.

And she’s still such a peach. This last month she’s had quite a few milestones, but when every day is a steady progression it’s hard to define when she started to grab a hold of things including her pudgy little toes, imitate our noises, laugh at herself in the mirror, talk like a girl (seriously, there is no way she is a boy with that high pitched little squeal of joy… and sometimes pain-stupid teething/poor pup).

I look forward to so much with her. I am in love with her. Her dad is in love with her, and she’s in love with him. And I’m also in love with that guy. Always.

I cannot believe I get to know this little human being. I get to observe her life from the very start, really from before she started. And I know I’ve said it before, but she is honestly, the best baby. 

She’s a magician. She is full of magic. Full of curiosity. Full of newness. Isn’t that something to look forward to as parents, to be able to see as she sees. To be able to experience life anew, through new eyes. To get excited about seeing a squirrel eating a nut on a log, or a fish jump in a pond, or the shimmer of silver on the ocean tides. Or better yet… to believe that it is all there because of love. Because isn’t God love? And we get to just live in this love. Eviebear just does. She just lives comfortably in a state of love and wonder. And I get to just observe and hopefully contribute to this ever-expansive, endless love she is experiencing daily.

What a gal.

And honestly, how awesome are those massive diapers! Bubblebutt.


Josh stop reading over my shoulder

I hate it when Josh reads over my shoulder when I am trying to write my once a month blog post. But I do love thinking of what I’m going to write about. I wish I wrote more. I wish had the motivation to write. I have a bunch of unfinished journals. A collection of thoughts and experiences over the years that now sit on a shelf. I’ve rarely read them again, but when I do they either make me a little bit embarrassed, or they give me reason to stop and remember that I am always, always learning. And some lessons I am learning over and over again.

I'm awesome!



Today I am thankful for:

1. The Bellingham Farmers Markets – so much people watching.

2. Seeing friends at the Farmers Market – it makes me feel cool and part of a community. I really love this growing community.

3. A long walk talking to Marie on the phone. I’m so excited for her life.

4. Evelyn Mae – I’m always thankful for her, but especially today since I was dreading 2pm when she was going to get her 4 month shots (yuck!), and the nurse pricked her and it didn’t even cause her to look up from my boob. I’m still astounded since the first bout was pretty disastrous for my heart.

5. The big changing table in the bathroom at the library (and also that we still have libraries, the truest form of democracy).

6. Stealing two bites of Josh’s sandwich which was made in heaven by angels who pick apples and jalapenos and melt them into gouda then slap that sweetness on a bun with chicken. My mouth is still watering.

7. Smelling spring. You know what I’m talking about right? I could take baths in it all winter and forget my dread.

Because i'm vain and winter is gone, but I love dressing like a mennonite/Ukrainian. You know what I mean Christie B.McG?

4 Months!

So I officially suck at blog writing. Like my non-internet life, it is inconsistent and erratic and, now thanks to the lady of my life, all about Evie. And to those few readers (Linda, Kimmy, and Heather) who actually subscribe to my blog, here is an update in photos (although Linda – you don’t count since you see her practically everyday). 


Dad dressed her up as a little Buddha. We rub her chubby belly for good luck. That’s a Buddhist tenet, isn’t it?


We went bowling. I beat Josh while I had her in the Ergo. I mentioned she’s good luck, right?


She snoozes a lot. She also stores secrets in those jowls like hamsters store their little seeds in their cheeks.


I could survive on these for months. Just nibbling on those little wiggly toes fills my belly with all sorts of joy. And I find myself quoting that old, homeless guy in 30 Rock who tells Liz “I want to put your feet in my mouth” all the time. And I mean it. 


We’ve been out hiking a bit. She’s going to be ann outdoor adventurer. It’s in her blood. Because she’s part lion/part mountain goat. It’s inevitable, Like a match (that is an inside joke for a select few). 


I honestly live here. It makes me envious, and I LIVE here. 


And she is still, although I AM her mom, the best baby on the block. I could brag for hours, but, no, I will. She is the best. I am going to celebrate this little four month old. She is tenacious, curious, joyful, funny, musical, and magical. She sleeps like a champ with no assistance from us. She loves to capture peoples eyes and then draw them in with her smile (like a seductive vampiress?). And a little anecdote from today – We were at a Good Friday service and some fellow began playing the cello. She had been looking all around and making small, little, respectful baby noises (because that’s the kind of gal she is – she knows when to tell a loud story, or when to quietly observe), and she immediately stopped her curious glances to stare intently at the cellist (is that right?). She was mesmerized. At different key changes she would stick her arm out, without losing her focus, and begin to move her hand about in the air like she was trying to feel the music he was making, or she was conducting because she likes to be in charge like her mom. Regardless of what she was trying to do with her little arm, she was magic. In that moment, she was, and is, magic because she is getting to experience life in all it’s newness, and lucky me, I get to sit back and watch and see all that is old to me, become new once again because it is for her. I just love this pal of mine. Happy Four months little babybear. 

Baby “Weight”

I just read this blog and LOVED it! I love how she describes our (women’s) bodies as loving with a fierceness. I think we all, not just new (or old) mothers, but everyone needs to know that their is a completeness and fullness in who we are, and shrunken hips or a tighter ass won’t do anything to fill that if it feels unfilled. 

I’m loving this new mommy body I’ve got. I need to stop saying I’m going to get “back in shape”. I am in shape. I’m shapely. I’ve got child rearing hips to wheel around my tiny tot. Annnnnnd I have boobs.