Conversations

Feb 01, 2013
A few days ago, Charlotte came padding down the hallway to me.  “Momma?” she asked.  “Momma, can you teach me how to write?  I want to learn how to write.” “Sure, sweetheart,” I said.  “Do you want to grab a piece →MORE...

Me:  Okay, sweetheart, it’s time for some quiet rest time in the bedroom. Charlotte:  But I don’t want quiet time! Me:  I know, darling, but getting enough rest is really important if we’re going to shake that stomach bug you have. →MORE...

Earlier this week, Charlotte and I decided to make popsicles.  We juiced a few oranges, threw in a handful of strawberries and raspberries, blended the mix until smooth, and poured the juice into popsicle molds. Yesterday after preschool she asked for →MORE...

At my last prenatal appointment, one of the midwives who works at my birth center asked how I felt about a student midwife participating. Um, I gave birth to my daughter at a teaching hospital with no fewer than seventeen strangers →MORE...

Me:  Did you have fun today, sweetie?Her:  Yes, I had so much fun!Me:  What did you do?Her:  Lots of stuff, Momma.Me:  What kinds of stuff?Her:  I don’t know, Momma.Me:  You don’t know?  Did you paint?Her:  Yes.Me:  Did you play with the →MORE...