Yes, that's an arbitrary nursing picture with ***gasp*** a boob in it. Given the topic of this post, it only seems appropriate to share a picture of my little Zara Bea doing her favorite thing. If that offends you, then you might no[...]
Tonight, I pumped for the first time since Zara's birth. I sat on my bedroom floor, answering question after question from my curious preschooler as I followed a ritual at once both familiar and foreign. Unzip the black bag that was[...]
It's the time of year where I'm due for at least one blog post about how we're fumbling our way through winter holiday traditions and figuring out what works for our family. I wasn't originally planning to write about about Santa today, a[...]
It seems I've forgotten how to blog...and maybe dial the phone, too. Thank goodness for Facebook where I can at least post an occasional status update or photo as a means of reassuring my mother (all the way down in Texas) that, yes, we'r[...]
World Breastfeeding Week is coming to a close, and after a busy three days of classes, speakers, and events on Nantucket, I was exhausted (and, frankly, remembered exactly what it was that I didn't like about working full-time while parenting).[...]
It was five o'clock. I was standing at the kitchen sink, only just starting on breakfast dishes. I was exhausted and hungry after a full day of playgrounds, walks, bike rides, and errands and appointments that did not go as exp[...]
Things keep changing, no matter how much I will them to keep still. It's almost unbelievable that this little girl, who builds sandcastles and begs to be buried was once horrified by the prospect of sand. That the gi[...]
We're exhausted. Well, at least the grownups in this family are...I don't think Nora has any concept of exhaustion that goes from day-to-day. No, she is a well of youthful energy, which sounds ridiculous for me to say given that I'm not th[...]