Yesterday, I took my brood to the library. It's a lovely library, with soaring ceilings and vast windows and big, plush leather chairs and - of course - miles and miles of books. We...
Oh, hey! Guess what this is:
Nope. Not a bunny, not a reindeer, not 'Glory Hole with Chewing Gum (Triple J Truck Stop- Yuma, AZ, 2003),' not 'The Wind In My Vagina,' not a minimalist...
I read somewhere, some time ago, that the sound of an infant crying is one of the most stress-inducing sounds for the human ear to hear; it induces anxiety in the listener, and for...
We spent most of the afternoon, yesterday, at the hospital. It is not a happy experience, taking your baby to the hospital. Even when you've mentally psyched yourself and have told yourself that it's...
I wrote a post last week that I now regret writing. Sort of. I suppose that it's more accurate to say that I now have reservations about having written it: regret is the wrong...
Last night, I snapped.Yesterday was my first day totally on my own - husband gone from early 'til late, me alone with a boob-chomping infant and, for the latter part of the day, after...
It's been two weeks since my little big boy blasted his way into our lives, and I'd had every intention, this weekend, of crafting some wonderfully mushy letter to him, welcoming him to the...
