It’s February. I have a three year old. Today is a good day. Zero hitting. Hitting can be Ian’s go to some days, and it’s taken me the last year and a half to come to terms with it. Not that my terms have fully come yet, but they have packed the car with a […]Read Post ›
Baby awoke mama with first contractions just before dawn and was earthside for dinner. This little family was a beautiful team and I, as usual, was astonished and humbled by their love.
This time last year, I was nursing Ian back to health in Michigan after catching the lovely Norovirus. I would be enjoying it myself on Christmas Day. This year, we are in LA, and are going to celebrate the holiday with my husband’s family. I’ve only missed Christmas with my family a few times in […]Read Post ›
Three. Three. Three. Three years on this planet. In my life. It means everything and nothing. You will not start preschool at three (but hopefully you will start in July or August!). Unless pigs fly, you will not be wearing underwear for anything other than fashion, and you will not have weaned. Three is not […]Read Post ›
