2019 in books
As a once avid reader and someone who works in a public library, it took me much longer than it should have to join Goodreads.
I enjoy using the app to help make recommendations at work and to keep track of the many, many books I’d like to read. It was also helpful for motivating me, via the 2019 reading challenge, to read the whopping 14 books I read in 2019:
1. Prince Caspian (C.S. Lewis)
2. The Sunlight Pilgrims (Jenni Fagan)
3. White Fang (Jack London)
4. The Rent Collector (Camron Wright)
5. Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West (Cormac McCarthy)
6. Homegoing (Yaa Gyasi)
7. Recursion (Blake Crouch)
8. The Feather Thief (Kirk Wallace Johnson)
9. Kitchens of the Great Midwest (J. Ryan Stradal)
10. Relish: My Life in the Kitchen (Lucy Kinsley)
11. The Way it Works (William Kowalski)
12. In a Dark, Dark Wood (Ruth Ware)
13. Donner Dinner Party (Nathan Hale)
14. Dead Wake: The Last Crossing of the Lusitania (Erik Larson)
I’m looking forward to some exciting new changes and hopefully many good books in 2020.
2018 in books
I don’t know that I set any goals related to reading books for this year, although I think taking a job at a library may have helped push me to read more.
What started as a book discussion book for adult English language learners turned into a fun trip down memory lane while introducing the kids to The Chronicles of Narnia. We read countless board books and picture books too, and Pony Monkey has started reading books on her own as well.
I see my list below, and while there’s always more books I wanted to have read, considering everything that has gone on this year, having thirteen books under my belt is good enough.
Here’s 2018 in books:
1) Pines (Blake Crouch)
2) Wayward (Blake Crouch)
3) The Last Town (Blake Crouch)
4) Exit West (Mohsin Hamid)
5) Einstein: His Life and Universe (Walter Isaacson)
6) The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe (C.S. Lewis)
7) The Magician’s Nephew (C.S. Lewis)
8) Our Souls at Night (Kent Haruf)
9) Station Eleven (Emily St. John Mandel)
10) Rickshaw Girl (Mitali Perkins)
11) The Horse and His Boy (C.S. Lewis)
12) The Wolf Road (Beth Lewis)
13) Speaking American: How Y’all, Youse, and You Guys Talk (Josh Katz)
Happy first birthday, Duder.
This time last year, I was alternating between doing something of a side-to-side swaying dance while staring at this spot on the wall and updating some friends via group text.
After weeks of prodromal labor, and after conveniently waiting for me to nurse Pony Monkey to sleep around 20:30, at 41w5d, Little Dude decided to initiate his launch sequence. I had a hard time taking the contractions seriously because I’d thought I was going into true labor so many times already that I couldn’t see how this time was any different. My midwife gave me a call around 21:00 to see how I was doing, and then decided to come join us.
She arrived within 30 minutes and was soon joined by her assistant. Pony Monkey woke shortly thereafter and joined our little birthday party. While I was doing my best to stay relaxed, she was running laps around our living room and building forts on the couch with The Husband.
During Pony Monkey’s labor and delivery, I asked that no pictures be taken. This time around, I left my camera out, and anticipating being unable to speak, I left written instructions to take ALL the pictures, and I’m so glad I did.
A mere 3.5 hours after getting Pony Monkey to bed, our Duder Bug made his debut. Born en caul, his amniotic sac only ruptured when neither The Husband nor the midwife caught him and he landed (a few inches below) on our daybed. Big sister and the birthday boy aside, we all had a good laugh about this.
Duder has adapted well to life on the outside.
He’s about 31″ tall, he weighs around 23lbs, he’s got 8 teeth with more on the way, he’s mastered walking and is now branching out to running and climbing, and he’s got four distinct, at least to me, words (go, get/got, that, and cat), and it seems he’s on the verge of two more (cup and mama).
What I can’t easily quantify though is how sweet this kid is. How his tiny hand fits into mine. The way he rapidly breathes in and out of his mouth when he’s excited. His insistent “get! get!” as he offers me a piece of food he is eating. The weight of his sleepy (but not yet asleep) body as he rests his head on my shoulder. And even the strength with which he contorts his body and struggles as I change his diapers. As ever, the beauty is in the details.
Happy birthday, Duder. You are so loved.
a doodle for Little Dude
We’ve been busy preparing for Little Dude’s first birthday party.. so busy that I forgot his birthday was so near to F.R. Khan’s. Google dished out a nice reminder for us this morning, by presenting us with this doodle.
The Husband and I married in Chicago’s Hancock building, which was designed by Khan. It only seemed fitting to share one of Khan’s names with our son.
While waiting for the elevator today, the kids and I heard a series of “*click* bad! *click* bad!”
I’m not totally sure what was going on, but given that the occupants in that unit recently got a puppy, I’d guess that they were doing some sort of clicker training.
At some point in the last couple of weeks, I’m sure our neighbors have heard lots of cheering and clapping and the laughter of children and adults alike. What started as Little Dude raising his arms in response to us saying “YAY!” has morphed into all of us clapping while he smiles and we take up the usual exclamation.
Other tricks that he has recently learned include:
- drinking out of a straw
- drinking out of a regular sippy cup
- pointing and grunting at things he wants
- saying “guh” within the context of where “go” would apply (also “kuh” with our cats and cars)
- walking unassisted
- smacking your hand away if you try to feed him something he doesn’t want
- shaking his head to communicate “no”
He loves dancing and wrestling with his big sister, trying to “pet” the cats, and playing with our magnetic blocks.
He’s not a fan of sleeping for longer than 90 minutes at a stretch, not being held, or having the books he likes to eat taken away.
2016 in review
A year ago today, I saw a friend’s video featuring one second of her life, every day, for the month of December 2015. It was beautiful, and I was inspired to tackle a similar project of my own. Thanks, SD!
I’ve just finished piecing all of these seconds of my life, of my 2016, together.
The weight, and the beauty, of this video is staggering. I’m watching it again right now, and it’s amazing how these tiny clips jog memories and such a range of emotions. I’ve had birth and death and everything in between this year. The events and activities I picked to film were largely happy things, so this representation of life skews a bit more to the positive side, but I suppose some parallels could be drawn there. From seeing how much my daughter has grown to the intimacy that comes with sharing so much that most people don’t see or gloss over, this project has given me more than I had expected.
If you’ve got eight minutes to spare, check it out. It’ll be posted or linked once I can iron out some technical issues.
To everyone who joined me in this project, I thank you, and I love you. Let’s do this again real soon, yeah?