Lindsay and Lauren and their babies

Lindsay has a baby boy and Lauren has a baby girl. Lauren feeds her daughter a bottle.

Lindsay decides to show Lauren how it's done.

Lauren loses it. Lindsay quietly wonders why.

Real moms

...don't shy from photographing unflattering pictures of their own bodies if it means getting that cute shot...
I got tagged by Karen on this one. Real moms also count fruit eaten (even if smothered with chocolate sauce and whipped cream, or honey and cinnamon) a small victory...

Oh and tag, you're it, Lisa...

Girly giggles

Lindsay and Lauren, March 2007

They're actually not giggling, but laughing hysterically. Lindsay is sitting on top of me, so I am taking this picture lying on the couch.

Lindsay is mostly very thoughtful and serious, like here.And another day comes to a close Chez Stoll.

The girls

Watching The Wiggles together, March 2007

The chuppah square

We've been working on a quilt square for Alec's stepbrother's chuppah, the tent under which the ceremony takes place in a Jewish wedding. It's been about a 2 week process. Lauren and I painted the background (with some touch-up by Alec). Alec designed and cut out the felt figures. Lauren chose the material and selected for each figure. I stitched the figures and fabrics to the square, and embroidered the hair. The result is really amazing.

The Stolls, July 2007

The natives are [bad word]

Lauren (to someone's mom who just arrived): Will your son play with me?

Someone's Mom (in a thick accent): Yes.

Lauren: May I touch your baby?

Baby smiles and coos at Lauren.

Someone's Mom: No. The baby is sleeping.

Lauren: Uhhh. Ok.

Someone's Mom sidles up next to me. "You go to church?"

"Uh, no."

"You have a babysitter?"

Oh yeah, right, lady. You already lied to my kid in front of me. "Uh, yes. Thanks. You enjoy your day!"

If I lived here, I might be home by now, but I'd be really scared...

Somewhere in Staten Island

Please, someone tell them it's the middle of March.

A MoMA-ent

Epiphany Alone hanging out with Rodin's Monument to Balzac at the Museum of Modern Art.

When I got dressed today I thought this outfit looked a little too 80's with all the denim and the chartreuse t-shirt, but it wasn't too bad when I was wearing the sweater. Of course, it was 110 degrees inside the museum, so I tied the sweater around my waist. Niiiice look, right? And I have no idea why my stylist gave me my mother's haircut...

Nasty epiphany of the day

I still remember how to stop an infant from choking from the babysitting course I took when I was 12.

If you mix table food with 9 1/2-month old, sooner or later, she will try to stuff more in her mouth than she can actually eat. Lindsay chose sooner. She stopped breathing. She turned blue. I picked her up and gave 5 sharp blows between her shoulders, and the offending piece of sweet potato cartoonishly flew across the room.

What we did today

Lauren and I made a loaf of banana bread with some overripe bananas. I'm embarrassed to say I didn't think this up, I read it in a magazine. I felt so silly. Anyway, this is nut-free because we wanted Lindsay to be able to have some. It made the house smell wonderful, and it looks remarkably like bread. Lauren agrees it tastes pretty good also.



Lindsay decided yesterday that she was done with baby food. She wants table food. We made an emergency run to the grocery store to pick up some canned fruits and vegetables. She enjoyed some "institutional vegetables" (peas and cubed carrots) along with some pasta with tomato sauce for lunch...


...with peaches and pears for dessert. If she could talk beyond "uh oh" and "duhk" she would say, "Don't help me. I can do it myself".