It’s a human baby! In this, the 32nd week of my pregnancy, the gender of our baby is anyone’s guess, really. We do not know the sex of this baby growing daily in my…
We’re in it. That mildly mind-wrecking moment when the tiniest human among us is making daily work of investigating every nook and cranny in our apartment and identifying for us yet another potentially hazardous corner…
Greetings from a sleepy apartment. As I rest and recuperate and as we ease into life with two kiddos in the house, I thought it might be nice to let you know that I’ve been…
Last weekend we spent Sunday stapling acoustic foam panels onto our floor. Viewed in a certain light, the panels themselves are quite lovely: All of those undulating curves, the soft gray, the touch of texture. Of…
My enthusiasm for bedtime stories is born in part from my own memories. In our house growing up, my sisters and I would pile into one bed or another with one parent or another…
Everything rachets up a bit in the fall, doesn’t it? Mostly I find the renewed energy to be inspiring. There are new projects to start, new deadlines to keep, new connections to make, and…
The obvious is that city-babe Faye isn’t super used to travel by car. We don’t own a car, and we don’t even own our own car seat—though since Cait and family made the move…
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…