Sleep

Jan 11, 2012
Last Tuesday at two o’clock in the afternoon we met with a representative from our foster-adoption agency to discuss the steps we need to take to find and bring home our child, the decisions we need to make, and the choices →MORE...

Goodness help me, we have entered the Phase of Endless Frustrated Tantruming Over Seemingly Nothing.  Yesterday my child exploded into an incontrollable heap of blubbering tears because I wiped a crumb off her face. A CRUMB! Last week, I rushed Charlotte →MORE...

Sep 01, 2011
This week is my first week of flying solo after the miscarriage.  On Monday, Charlotte and I hosted a playgroup.  We laid out fingerpaints, a five-pound bag of flour on a towel, and had several buckets and pots filled with sidewalk →MORE...

Overheard last night when Donald was setting Charlotte down for the night:     -  Lub you, Daddy!     -  I love you too, sweetheart.     -  Lub you too!     -  Yes, I love you too!   →MORE...

When I drop her in the bed, she whimpers, fusses, cries.  NOOOO!, she exclaims.  She twists onto her belly in protest, pushes me away.  Sweetheart, I coo.  It’s okay.  We’re just lying down.  NO SLEEPING ALLOWED!, I tell her. She giggles.  →MORE...