Attachment parenting

Sep 02, 2011
Something tells me that I will never tire of holding my child close, smelling her hair, kissing her forehead.  But I might actually have to give this up before she gets to college.  The kid is starting to get a little →MORE...

Yesterday when we were out, Charlotte requested MOOK! PEAS! (milk, please).  It was a hot day, so I looked around for a bench in the shade.  I found one, not altogether secluded and not altogether open, and I cradled my two-year-old →MORE...

Whenever Donald wants to get any yardwork done that isn’t too dangerous (like taking down an overgrown shrub), he straps Charlotte on his back.  He thinks it’s practical.  I think it’s sweet.  She thinks it’s boring.

Apr 19, 2011
After a late night filled with bitter herbs and dayenu, I wake up to your ten little piggies in the dark before morning begins.  This is always, Charlotte, my very favorite way to start a day.  I wait for the moon →MORE...

Mar 30, 2011
Is she sleeping?, an older woman asks as she takes a seat beside me.  We’re standing under a tree, facing a flurry of playground activity.  Children are swinging around like banshees.  I love this noise; it makes me smile.  Because it →MORE...