When you first met Reese, our now four-year old, she was less than a day out in the world, still swaddled tight, lined up with
Not having grown up with a sibling, I’m still getting used to all this sibling revelry. Or rivalry, depending on the moment. They are opposites
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