War and Teeth. Love in the Time of Teething. A Tale of Two Teeth. That a novel based solely on the tumult of teething hasn’t made into our literary canon can only mean that…
There’s nothing cuter than a tiny pair of overalls. Or a pint-sized dress. Even the least consumerist among us might feel a little pang when confronted with a shiny pair of sneakers in miniature.…
Because last week Faye turned one, here’s her birth story. Or is it my birth story? I guess it’s the story of her birth and my birthing. Like most birth stories, there’s a little…
It’s taken me nearly 10 months to write this post. Everytime I sat down to write about breastfeeding, I would stop. There would be voices in my head telling me that no one wanted…
We keep Faye’s toys in an old wine crate that we slide underneath the couch.It’s funny how becoming a parent changes the composition of things. The box used to be a catchall for our…
One bedroom. Three people.This is not a steamy story, though I do my best to keep our bedroom that way. Every night I fill a little enamel pan with water and set it on…
The diaper bag we pack for Faye is a fairly bare bones affair. Of course it’s not entirely bare bones, because life with a baby isn’t bare bones. It’s padded bones. A little messy…
When James and I finally finished our apartment hunt last winter and signed our lease, people who we told about our new place were considerably less shocked by the fact that we would be…
In parenting and tiny apartments, there’s no magic formula. What works in our wee space might not translate to yours, but here’s a little run-down of the latest in the saga we’re calling two…
Twelve weeks. That’s all folks. I’m not a sleep expert or a baby whisperer or any of the other people who might actually want to consult to learn the secrets to sleep. But! I…