Dear Charlotte, For a natural, biological act, breastfeeding sure took an ass-load of effort.  It will never cease to amaze me that the human species exists at all given how difficult and agonizing breastfeeding was in the beginning. The truth is →MORE...

No amount of scratching our heads has revealed to either Donald or I why Charlotte stopped sleeping through the night.  She was snoozing nine, ten, sometimes eleven or twelve hours a pop and all was well in the world and then →MORE...

Charlotte is trying to kill me. Oh, she tries to be sneaky and act innocent about it, but I am on to her.  I see Very Clearly what she’s trying to do.  She’s a mother-killer, that one.  A MOTHER-KILLER. She wants →MORE...

As a nursing mother, I have run into two HUGE problems with sleeping. The first problem obviously concerns my boobs.  I may have mentioned this once or twice or ten billion times, but I produce too much milk.  I am a →MORE...

For awhile, I lost the camera that I was using to take simple daily snapshots of our lives.  Since I rediscovered it this past week in a drawer, I thought it was time for the next chapter of those twinkling, trivial, →MORE...