A mid-November love letter to my kids

I love you boys. I love your bellybutton reminders that you were homegrown inside of me. That we know each other inside out. Literally. I love what a delicious mix you both are of me and your dad. But in such different ways. There goes Pete’s lips and my blue...
David, Goliath and the Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder

Of lists and things

I don’t blackberry or i-Phone. I make old fashioned lists in ink. Often on my hand. Things I need to remember to do, deliver or prepare. They seem important at the time I write them down. But by the end of the day, after bathtime, bubbles, shampoo, soap and...

View from a toilet seat

I think I have mentioned before that my littlest boy, Micah, and I love to pretzel. In the predawn darkness we snuggle it out in mommy and daddy’s bed after he wakes up.  When I have to quit the warm comfort of the bed and get ready for the day, he comes with...

Making time to eat

Parenting is hands on. Many other hands. On you. Washing dishes while dodging grabs and lunges at your knees is not easy.  Cooking with child on hip is tricky juggling of the highest order. Navigating obstacle courses of toys en route to the fridge and bottle of...