tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53948172024-03-17T00:52:28.449-07:00The Milla TimesLA-based blogger writes about her riveting life.Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.comBlogger509125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-61936101667794627872016-01-22T08:44:00.000-08:002016-01-22T15:47:29.667-08:00Dear Nico: Months 7 & 8
Dear Nico,
there was a moment recently when our little family was leisurely lying in bed together while your daddy tried everything in his power to make you laugh, which is his mission most days. he began planting his head into the bed with an exaggerated thud that had you roaring to the point of squeaking, which, of course, had me roaring.
the two of us sat there laughing like fools, Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-44969704599546487682015-10-21T21:13:00.000-07:002015-10-22T09:26:42.314-07:00Dear Nico: Month 6
Dear Nico,
i cannot believe how quickly this half year has passed. not that i should be surprised that the days have piled on top of each other like they always do to move time forward despite my protests. yet here i am still bewildered. i wish i could hit the pause button and keep you here for a few extra months because i am enjoying your babyhood so much.
you are so damn cute and Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-29715470141777747592015-09-30T21:09:00.001-07:002015-09-30T21:10:51.070-07:00Dear Nico: Month 5
Dear Nico:
this has been a banner month for you, full of many firsts, all of which you embraced enthusiastically. for starters, this month saw the first time you slept through the night, which i embraced enthusiastically, and you have continued to do intermittently. otherwise, you wake up once a night for a quick nursing session before going back down again.
i wish i can take all the Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-32033875494659052042015-08-20T22:38:00.000-07:002015-08-21T21:31:36.061-07:00Status Change: Married
isn't it always the case that the girl who thinks she's least likely to get married ends up married? and isn't it always a cliche to think that about oneself? well, check and check, self. so guess what? now you are someone's wife. that means for life. and how do you feel about it? perfectly delighted. ok, good, now let's stop talking about ourselves in the second person and get to that weddingMillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-5137028026692165542015-08-19T07:00:00.000-07:002015-08-20T07:40:03.035-07:00Dear Nico: Month 4
Dear Nico:
if last month was all about your awareness
of your own body, this month has been all about how you can use it. you’ve gone
from staring at your hands for hours to grabbing at objects and exploring their textures.
your feet are interesting to you as well, your foot fetish still in full swing,
as you stomp them against my body, kick them in the bath and worm them into my
Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-44515183226910278402015-07-24T11:45:00.002-07:002015-07-24T11:47:31.689-07:00Dear Nico: Month 3
Dear Nico,
every month seems to be better than the month that preceded it, this one being no exception. in fact, i think i enjoyed month 3 more than i did the first two months combined. together, we are finally finding our groove, and the groove is very, very good.
you are still a decent sleeper, going down each night for 12 hours and waking 2-3 times to nurse, though you have taught me notMillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-21281438421043457512015-07-08T16:38:00.001-07:002015-07-08T20:53:58.796-07:0039
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{Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-59127944428410684782015-06-08T12:40:00.002-07:002015-06-08T13:09:43.314-07:00Dear Nico: Month 2
Dear Nico,
i must confess that i enjoyed your second month of life far more than your first. for starters, you have been giving all of us much more sleep. i wish i can take credit for this by virtue of some baby whisperer voodoo that i possess, but the truth is that you put yourself on a 6pm-6am sleep schedule since the start of this month. i just followed your cues. most nights, you wake up Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-79934411650727177292015-05-15T13:46:00.001-07:002015-05-15T14:18:11.102-07:00Dear Nico: Month 1
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Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-85983545871015883822015-01-19T14:48:00.001-08:002015-01-19T14:48:42.627-08:00Two Down, One to Go: Pregnancy After Two Trimesters
less than a year from now, i'll be holding a 9-month-old around a christmas tree. weirdsies!
having finished with the anxiety of the first trimester and pleasant yet draggy steadiness of the second, i've finally landed in the third and final trimester of my pregnancy. if its early days are any indication, this trimester will be characterized by impatience and a general feeling of grossnessMillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-422217144747472252014-12-31T07:41:00.000-08:002014-12-31T14:44:33.247-08:00Thanks, 2014
lounging in Hawaii in November
i realize it's more popular to hate on a departing year than love it -- and 2014 was mighty ugly on a global scale with its ebola scare, police brutality, missing airplanes, midterm elections and scary religious fundamentalists -- but on a personal level, it was about 8 different types of AWESOME. so i'd like to take this time to give it a warm hug, sloppy kiss, Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-17883928518981512922014-11-16T12:29:00.002-08:002014-11-16T13:29:32.109-08:00Halfway There: Pregnancy at 20 Weeks
swelling belly selfie at 16 weeks.
if the next 20 weeks of pregnancy are anything like the last 20 weeks, i’ll
be very happy. and now that i’ve put this on the interwebs, i’ll surely wake up
with 20 hemorrhoids tomorrow or have a hellish labor or a lousy sleeper or low
milk supply or one of the myriad other maternal disasters i’ve been reading
about far too much on the internet. (note toMillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-88158036185913001482014-10-09T07:40:00.000-07:002014-10-09T16:28:35.063-07:00Pregnant at 38
a commercial ran constantly during the World Cup games that showed
nurses standing in a nursery full of screaming newborns asking, “what happened
nine months ago?” then came a quick cut to tense soccer matches and excitable
couples watching them in their living rooms before looking at each other and
making out furiously.
Warren and i were one of those couples.
and now we are having our very Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-86989815518250976102014-09-29T07:51:00.000-07:002014-09-29T14:52:18.093-07:00Status Change: Engaged
i wasn’t expecting this. ok, maybe that’s not entirely true, because i
never thought this was out of the realm of possibility. i just didn’t expect it
to happen for another year, maybe two. we hadn’t discussed marriage much
before. so when he got down on one knee on the deck of our house under a full
moon, on his birthday, i honestly thought he was doing a lunge. we had spent
that day at Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-69714896889811218972014-08-27T07:31:00.000-07:002014-08-27T12:34:14.038-07:00Stuff & Things hello again, blogosphere! i have missed you so much, though i doubt you have noticed the absence of my whiny voice from the conversations i have here with myself about such riveting topics as my dogs, so different from every other dog.
it's not that i've been avoiding you or even been too busy because, let's face it, i waste A LOT of time, it's just that i've been uninspired and lazy. theseMillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-51530640464558939492014-06-27T07:44:00.000-07:002014-06-27T16:56:41.491-07:0038
i feel like i’m finally reaching that age when getting excited
about my birthday seems unnecessary. whereas before, i celebrated the big day
like a 12-year-old finally turning 13, the transition from 36 to 37 has been
just as unremarkable as it sounds. and now at 38, i can only summon the same
emotion that has characterized each birthday for me since i hit 35:
disbelief.
in my head, i Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-88940423106565180682014-06-18T07:51:00.000-07:002014-06-18T16:18:17.615-07:00Kyoto, Japan
Kyoto, Japan, at 8 a.m. on a sunday
spoken by my friend Anne, writer of the TunaToast blog, back in February: hey, you want to go to Japan? i have a friend looking for journalists to cover an event there, and it’s probably something you can do for GEEK.
me: hell, yes, i want to go to Japan! is that a question with more than one answer? what do i need to do to make it happen?
Anne: Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-69851435463811510652014-05-16T07:52:00.000-07:002014-05-19T09:29:54.003-07:00Introducing Indy & Z
the new pack
because i’ve been telling every one
of my friends that i wasn’t ready to love a new dog following the death of my beloved Pinko last year, two new dogs arrived on my
doorstep. was i ready to love them? it doesn’t matter because they were ready
to be loved, and that trumped everything else, including my better
judgment.
one dog i was somewhat expecting,
givenMillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-67824563274650726042014-04-24T07:57:00.000-07:002014-04-25T11:13:17.372-07:00The Broken Rod in My Back
my sexy spine
i know how dramatic this sounds. i’ve seen enough dropped jaws
when i’ve told friends that “my doctor said one of the rods in my back broke” to
know i must follow it up immediately with, “but i’m OK. really.” and i am OK.
really.
there is no pain — most of the time. and the pain that i do feel some
of the time is no different than the pain most people with bad backs haveMillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-50521741262538493532014-03-28T22:39:00.002-07:002014-03-29T10:07:19.535-07:00This Year So Far
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remember what is the time for the tree millas
filet mignon flickr
her big beer belly
landmark forum,plants in the audeince
ode to voting
unm lobo statue
necromance melrose interview
newseum gorbachev pen
backsplash from scraps
milla below deck
when talking about races is it milla or miller seconds
Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-12654117237030808952013-12-24T07:56:00.000-08:002013-12-24T12:12:36.511-08:00The Grief<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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in the two weeks since Pinko
left my life, i’m sad to say i haven’t dreamed about her once. i keep
wanting to and asking her to visit me, but she hasn’t yet. maybe that’s because
i’m sleeping poorly and there hasn’t been many solid stretches of time when
dreams can happen. i’m hoping both these things will change soon, because i’m
chronically tired from Millahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401280709439770084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394817.post-53797826038578859622013-12-13T16:52:00.000-08:002013-12-13T22:29:38.788-08:00Pinko/Cheddar (2007-2013)
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