Motherhood

A few weeks ago, someone said something innocuous to me at a play-date (“your daughter is so calm, just taking everything in”) and I went home and bawled my eyes out to Donald about how our daughter is doomed. To say →MORE...

“When I grow up,” she tells me, “I will be a walrus.  And no chickens will drink around me EVER!” I remember when she was little, how I looked at her asleep and I wondered who she would be.  What she →MORE...

My daughter has loathed the car-seat since the day we brought her home from the hospital.  (Remember this?  And this?  Yeah, I was wrong about her out-growing it.  It was just a temporary break to lull me into a false sense →MORE...

The only way to explain what happened in my household last night between the hours of 5:30 P.M. and 7:30 P.M. is to say that my child was temporarily possessed by demons.  Or, at the very least, by the demon of →MORE...

Dear Charlotte, On Tuesday you went shopping for your Aunt R’s wedding dress with: Gigi, Poppa, Grandma, Aunt R, and Auntie E.  All weekend long, you were excited about TRYING! ON! A! BEAUTIFUL! WEDDING! DRESS! so I packed your diaper bag →MORE...