I’m not sure why I thought May would feel calm after the madness of April while Corey worked around the clock and I parented around the clock. The month kicked off with me running the marathon relay and each of my walking boys running their age-appropriate leg of the kids marathon.
Felix turned 3 on the 3rd and wanted only chapstick and a red heart balloon. The mylar balloon is still bobbing along the ceiling 3 weeks later and each of us gets our teeth and lips slathered in chappers multiple times per day. What a joy! That kid is the light of my life, just like I’ve always said about him…when he’s not refusing to nap and deliberately waking up his brother.
Miles failed a vision screening and had to get an eye exam, which resulted in “spectacle correction for astigmatism.” That’s how the eye doctor phrased it. Verbally. This guy and Miles geeked out about model vehicles and I think they’ll be lifelong friends. Miles and I also bond about spritzing lens cleaner and rubbing our lenses clean on our cotton t-shirts.
This article finally published, to my delight. The first doctor featured, Dr. Diego, was the doctor making rounds at the hospital when Felix was born. I loved him because he asked me how long I nursed Miles. When I said 27 months, the nurse in the room got huffy and scoffed, but Dr. Diego began to celebrate and cheer and praise me. He wiggled Felix’s little legs and told him he was in for a healthy treat. I felt so empowered in that moment and he helped to build my confidence in a really fragile moment. I was so glad to write about him. I wasn’t even able to make space in the article to talk about his work supporting breastfeeding in the Hispanic community here in Pittsburgh. He’s just a magical man and we’re so lucky to have him.
And those other doctors?? They’re doing really exciting stuff. Truly inspiring things. Dr. Miller is also pioneering a clinic to work with kids who are gender fluid and help their families to support them on that journey. Such important work. I gush!
I had my friend and her 4 sons over for a play date, and our 7 boys were wild and crazy, just like you might imagine. I missed a chance to be more assertive with a neighborhood bully who was just abysmally mean to them/me. She sat on her porch like a gargoyle muttering complaints about them and eventually came out to holler at me, “You know what, Katy, take them in the back yard!” I wish I could let it go, but I’m seething about it and I just don’t think she’s a good person.
My friend told me about this new type of undershorts to wear under skirts. Owning them has been transformative! I have ample thighs that rub together, so I usually wear bike shorts under all my skirts and dresses. Maybe you’ve seen me being less than modest in my skirts and dresses and worried I’m going through a Basic Instinct phase. In real life, I’m just wearing shorts underneath my skirt so I don’t need to care about climbing ladders or sitting criss-cross-applesauce. ANYWAY! These under-shorts are light and airy and silky and they breathe and they’re just so much better than the bike shorts! I’m never going to wear pants again.
I’ll be spending the rest of the month trying to remember my wedding anniversary and hire house-fixers. You might not see me until mid-June!