Every evening, the three of us take Hank for a walk.  And no matter what, this is how Charlotte spends that time.  She could have spent the last six hours dead to the world or she could have not slept a →MORE...

Dear Charlotte, You’ve been breathing air and using that air to scream in demand of milk and a clean ass for four weeks now. Let me tell you what, kiddo.  Your head has become ENORMOUS during those four weeks.  Newborns, you →MORE...

I have been thinking for awhile about taking the time to find a quotation, a few crap photographs that I would otherwise delete, and then mashing them all together so that I have a post that whispers a small story of →MORE...

Over the past few days, Charlotte suddenly began the slow and steady shift from BLOB to BABY.  She is awake and alert a few hours of every day, and loves to spend those hours glued to my chest.  When we’re indoors, →MORE...

Yesterday was my birthday. There was not a single exciting thing about this year’s birthday.  I spent most of the day half-naked on the couch while Charlotte slept on my chest or chomped on my nipple.  What wasn’t spent half-naked on →MORE...