It’s been a week. And from what I’ve heard from other mamas, we seem to not be alone in this. Teething pain is at a new level. Medicated (homeo and not, I even put whiskey on his gums once), with a boob readily available and my complete attention, he sobs. Just lays in my arms […]Read Post ›
He liked it. Until his legs started peeking out the bottom. He ended the walk being carried, but we have high hopes for the future. Click here for more Milo love.
Don’t you want to have a baby so I can make you food like this? These are seriously one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. Like pecan pie filling without pecans. Like a buttery chocolate chip cookie minus the chocolate. Like caramelized butterscotch. Here’s the recipe. Love how simple it is. I […]Read Post ›
I like my book. I like my futon. I like my teeth.
So we met Santa. Turns out, he makes pepperoni rolls with Danish dough that he folds butter into for three days. True story. Ian liked looking at Santa, but wasn’t so sure about sitting in his lap. He wanted to cry but held it together for the photo shoot. However, once mama was trying to […]Read Post ›
Mandy Unruh 