And then the babysitter said

(As transcribed from the text messages I received last week while traveling for work.) And then the babysitter said, “I KNEW they were being too quiet while I was putting away dishes. Jack let Micah into the bathroom and they’d turned the tub into a...

An unexpected serenade

In the car on a crowded highway in the dark a small voice sings off key. It’s the song I have sung to him almost every day of his four and a half years. The song I have sung till I am tired of the melody and the words have lost all meaning. The song that evokes 3am...

Parenting ain’t always pretty

Sometimes parenting is a sonnet. Filled with moonlit, rocking chair, baby skin-to-skin moments. But sometimes, it is just not. Sometimes there are no words to beautify the exhausting moments of parenting. There is only a new kind of carpet cleaner cracked open for the...
35 inches of snow and a love story

35 inches of snow and a love story

This boy. He’s still mine. His big brother is slowly peeling away from my side and grafting in with his father – measuring hands, muscles, and strength against the man he wants to become. But his brother, this one, is still all baby fat and believing that...
35 inches of snow and a love story

Cabin fever S.O.S.

We’ve been house bound since Thursday night. We’ve mashed, smashed and eaten play-doh. We’ve finger painted the glass door. We’ve played drums and guitar and shaken our respective booties to the beat of the Wiggles. We’ve made brownies,...
35 inches of snow and a love story

Sometimes sleep deprivation is a good thing

This boy. We should have named this boy Houdini. All last week he escaped his crib in the pitch black dark of his bedroom, over the side rail and via the changing table, dropping fearless down to the floor. At 2am he greets me nose-to-nose, eyeball-to-eyeball over the...