“Hope is a beggar.”

Sometimes there is not enough chocolate in the shake to right the wrongs of the world. I curse myself for not having any chips in the house and where the hell did I stash the Nutella? Currently, my tastebuds must tolerate freezer burnt Tin Roof Sundae. I am a shitty mom. There…I said it. Not…

Kindness is best served with crow

Cue the music stylings of the band Fun to play in the background of my musings…. It surprises me how my ex-husband’s “song” with his girlfriend somehow can serve as an anthem to the progress I have made in healing from divorce. I elected to “not sink like a stone” despite the numbers reflected on…

A baby sits in a highchair, looking off camera for more food.

On Signing

Remy’s been walking in earnest for almost a month now. Everyone said walking would be the big game changer. I disagree. This month Remy also began signing back to us. And that has changed everything. We began using basic signs with Remy around six months, when he started eating at the table with us. “More” and “all-done”…

a baby smiles at his reflection in a mirror from his carseat

On Watching Children Fall Asleep

(The Second Installment in an Occational Series on What I Wish Other Parents Had Told Me) Plenty of parents talk about watching their children sleep. Mostly, its in a vaguely creepy context, where the child is already blissfully dreaming and the parents are hovering above the bed, whispering about how adorable their little angel is.…

Also, every photo I take of this boy turns out blurry now

On baby boy pockets (part two)

I’ve marveled before at the tiny pockets sewn into my son’s shirts and trousers. Remy still doesn’t know they are there, or how to use them properly. But, amazingly, at ten months old he does seem to need them. Remy is curious. He is an explorer. Remy loves to crawl around the house to see…