The one day I desperately need a nap would be the same day Margot will only sleep for half an hour at a time and is only happy if she’s in my arms. I’m having flashbacks to Mila’s infancy when she was the WORST NAPPER EVER. It’s a miracle both of us survived that first year. One of my conditions… View Post
Amelia: 102 weeks She’s been dressing up in her fluffy pink skirt a lot lately. This time she added a crown and told me she was the “queen of the fahpace.” (Also she got a haircut last week and I LOVE IT SO MUCH.) Margot: 4 weeks She’s been practicing her end-of-The-Breakfast-Club pose. All she needs are some sunglasses and… View Post
And what have we done? I’m embarrassed to admit: not much, and certainly not enough. But is it ever enough? Can I ever show my mother just how much I love her and finally–finally–am beginning to realize how much she loves me? Can I ever show my mother-in-law how grateful I am that she raised such a wonderful family–a son… View Post
Like crazy! The squashes are blossoming. The peas are climbing. The green beans are almost ready to be eaten. The pumpkins are attempting to scale our wall and take over the neighborhood. The carrots are, I assume, growing happily downward. The tomatoes and peppers, sadly, do not appear to have survived. But I think the melons–despite the pumpkins’ best efforts… View Post
Oh, this is soooo long. I thought about cutting it down, but then I decided I don’t care that it’s long because I want to remember it all. So here it is, in all its verbose glory. On Saturday April 13 I was exactly 41 weeks pregnant. My midwife had me come in for a full biophysical profile to make… View Post