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...

If I had to sum up what reaching thirty-seven weeks gestation feels like, I suppose I would point to an incident that took place a few days ago when I checked the expiration date on the carton of milk in our →MORE...

Dear Baby, In an ideal world, you and I will only share my body for another three to seven weeks.  Half of the time, I reflect upon this and think “Wow!  Really?  Only three to seven more weeks?  Time flies!” The →MORE...

Dear Charlotte, You hit thirty-eight months last week and the biggest news I have to offer you with regards to milestones is that THIS is the month you started preschool. This month, you started attending a local French immersion preschool two →MORE...

Today, I was going to write about the book I am reading (Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth) and how it is blowing my mind.  The way I read these books three years ago differs so significantly from how I read them →MORE...