… Bruce Springsteen concerts. Laurel Snyder’s blog post, “On being a serious fan…” sums it up nicely.
… beets. They taste like earth smells, only sweeter. And they’re the most beautiful color.
… my son’s double hair whorl and the back of his soft little neck.
… pedicures. Sure, this is an obvious one, but truly, I think I should be able to write these off as medical expenses – they’re that good for me.
… going out to eat by myself. I first got used to this when I was traveling solo. Now, I use this as “me” time. I don’t have to cook, I clean out my purse, or write a note to someone, or check out the NYT headlines on my iPhone.
… my new purse. Even when I’m feeling worn out, my purse makes me feel shiny and bright. A little tacky? Yep, probably. And I don’t care.
… this contraption: The Fisher Price Rock ‘N’ Sleeper. Portable, cozy, and better than those little baby bouncy seats. Why didn’t I have one of these when Mr. Pickle Pumpkin was teeny?
… my grunting, snorting little newborn girl. She is hysterical. She is noisy, and sounds like an 8 pound elephant. Must remember to videotape her antics to play for her prom date!