12:43 a.m. You and me, Finn. We’re walking the halls, your blanket draped over my shoulder, your head cradled in my hand, binky in your
My husband Chris just returned from his annual four-day snowboarding trip with the guys. He is refreshed and pumped and thrilled to see us. I
This is what happens when you haven’t quite figured out how you were going to explain religion to your children. Or your lack of it,
Most of my 15-month old son’s communication attempts were running a little something like this: FINN (LOUDLY): BAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! POSSIBLE TRANSLATION: Blanket. Bath. Baby. Bye. Binky.
My four-year old daughter and I were lying in my bed together quite early this morning. Her Dad had already left for the gym, her
So the actual day, the day that’s been anticipated by my daughter since she turned three, her fourth birthday, has come and gone. All the
We had been gone for the Thanksgiving holiday and I took Finn, my one-year old, to pick up our dog Rose at “Dog Camp” which