Ian had not one but TWO meals in his highchair today. This is no small feat. He is busy and cannot be bothered with food on a regular basis. This is after he enjoyed one scrambled egg cooked in butter, strawberries, and broccoli. When he does eat, I try to make it count. I kept […]Read Post ›
Ian and I had our first My Gym experience this morning. Hmmm. I don’t know. It’s kind of everything I was terrified of being a part of before I had kids. Now I’m not sure if I love it or want to run screaming from it. Probably some of both. The dude who called […]Read Post ›
Chase is a Texan in Iceland. With a baby girl. Who he stays home with. And he cooks really, really good. We should clone him. Check out his lamb kabobs. This is the beginning of a theme. I sat down with him over a warm mug of Skype with internet foam and this very […]Read Post ›
This morning, Ian said “diaper” and “potty” and “pee” all in a row. I took this as a sign and sat him on his potty. He sat there through one whole book (Diapers Are Not Forever, of course). That was that. No action, but a valiant effort. This afternoon, we went to the park […]Read Post ›
I don’t even know what to say. My midwife opened The Community Birth Center which is encircled by a magical group of women healers who show up and do what needs to be done and poof! Babies are being born and green beans are being harvested from the garden and Ina May and Pamela Hunt […]Read Post ›
