Remember when your hair stood in a mohawk fringe after being raked through with a handful of hummus? Remember how you chortle with a conquerer’s joy when you climb into…
Tag: <span>growing up</span>
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,…
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…
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.…
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…
I sat in front of my computer last night with iPhoto open and scrolling. This is a bad idea. Bad idea for a mama with a cold and lack of…