We have a monster living at our house. It’s a creepy, sneaky, gnashing, thrashing, obstinant mutant Tyranasourus Rex named Sharktooth. Sharktooth lodged in Little Friend’s imagination, and hence our lives,…
Category: <span>Motherhood</span>
We’re suspicious Little One might be a slug. Everywhere she goes, she leaves a swath of slime trailing in her wake. Part drooling from a seemingly never-ending teething season and…
Fridays bring the writing delight of Lisa Jo Baker’s 5-Minute Friday writing challenge: one topic, five minutes of unedited writing, and a big community of writers cheering one another on.…
She came home weighing 3 pounds 15 ounces. I was sure wrestling a onesie on her would leave bruises or detached limbs. I could cup my hand around her skull.…
Dear Little One, You’ve sprung some leaks. I’m not talking about the obvious leaks, although you’ve had those in rainbow colors of yellow, orange, brown, and green since starting solid…
I’m slowly gathering the eating things: high chair tray, spoons, bibs, food stuffs. I’m tagging, highlighting, dog-earing and underlining my chosen baby feeding books (namely this, this, and this). But…