I feel bad for babies. There is so much NEW that they have to learn how to deal with; it’s no wonder they’re constantly hysterical.
But this is sometimes hard to remember and pity when it is 3 am and Baby Ecklet is sobbing and chin-quivering and billy-goat wailing and gasping for crying breath and I don’t know why. So I’ve drawn up a list of possible things she could be thinking to refer to and use to remind myself that sometimes it’s hard being a baby. Continue reading
This post is in honor of Husband, Baby Ecklet, and I all surviving one week of (mostly) successful cloth diapering!
And also of me winning a diaper photo contest (Yes, you heard me right. Those exist.) Continue reading
I have a strange, overwhelming, unrelenting, probably psychologically indicative urge to name all of my future children after spices and herbs. Continue reading
I’m 27 weeks and counting! And things are looking great so far. Except for my feet, which are getting harder and harder to see. Continue reading
When I was about 9, my neighbor friend and I decided to have a mini carnival in our backyard. I’m sure we thought of lots of fun, youthful things to do, but the only activity I really remember is bobbing for Tootsie Rolls. Continue reading