Farts

Yesterday when Charlotte and I were making a mad dash to the nearest toilet, something that happens approximately every other second these days, she farted. Which reminds me.  Before I go any further, I would like to say that MAN, my →MORE...

When I was ten or eleven years old, my class at school had story-time at the library once a week.  At least, in my memory it’s once a week.  For all I know, it was really once a year.  Seeing as →MORE...

I think my child has given up pooping for Lent. A month ago, when we first introduced Charlotte to solid food, we were ecstatic to find that there was very little change to her pooping habits.  We had heard some horrible →MORE...

A few months ago, my father was reading a magazine while Charlotte took her morning nap when he looked up at me startled.  Like the magazine editor had somehow reached inside his brain and flipped a switch. “It says here,” he →MORE...

During my pregnancy, there was one thing that routinely shocked the stuffing out of me: I had no idea what to expect.  All of the clinical pregnancy books in the world told me that there would be heartburn and constipation and →MORE...