When I was 19, my mom sold the house we'd lived in since I was 3. My sister and I were emptying out the basement closet in preparation for the garage sale, and we found the baby books for my brother and the two of us. Well, actually, we found the baby books for my siblings (both older than me). Mom had finished my brother's up until he was 3 years old, my sister's was completed for the first 3 months, and me? Well, we found a plastic bag with my baby things--I didn't even get a book. I still give Mom grief for that to this day.
We also found Mom's shoes from her wedding to Dad. Since they got divorced 16 years later, we both declined her offer to give them to us. Bad mojo, and all.
Debetesse! Another Buffista corrupting the youth of tomorrow! Or, uh, the adults of tomorrow. The youth of today. The today yoots. Eeexcellent.
Apropos, too, as I've just finished watching a documentary about the first years of five new teachers in Los Angeles.
My baby book contains evidence of my mother's crazy in the form of my dried-out cord stump.
I dropped my brother's in the large tank humidifier we had. I was 3.5 y.o. That's about the strongest memory I have of his babyhood. It looked like a funky dehydrated hershey's kiss.
I have a sort of babybook. Partly my mom's effort, partly grandmas'. I especially like the two typewritten journal pages, which detail my dad's freak out over gross diapers and the source of my nickname ("Piglet," because to my dad, I sounded just like the piglets on my uncle's farm when I nursed. My dad liked the piglets a lot, btw.) My brother? Well, there is a book. And there are some pictures and his hospital tag. Stuffed in the front cover. She did have a three and a half year old that the grandmas got to wrangle this time...
Well, my youts shall also be of tomorrow, as I shall be qualified to teach ages 6-12, so not really youths quite yet.
Debet! Congrats! What school?
If you need info on neighborhoods and whatnot, let me know (me & lisah are Baltimorons.) I haven't searched the rental market in years, but I am pseudohouse shopping and can tell you where you do not want to live. And where to find the Targets, grocery stores, etc.
Thanks. It's technically the Washington Montessori Institute at Loyola College.
Sara, help would be wonderful. It's in Columbia (on McGaw Rd, if that means anything). I'm just poking around at apartments right now, though
I don't know ther Columbia area well (that's the burbs to me-sorry. But I know how to get to the scary mall!) but I can ask some people who live there.
Ooh, Columbia, MD, the planniest planned community that was ever planned.
When I was a kid my family looked into moving there.
