Sleep sharing

Lately, I find that as I lay her down for the night, as she slowly falls asleep with my breast in her mouth and my lips on her forehead and my lullaby in the air, I whisper sweet love nothings to →MORE...

Apr 23, 2010
Twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon, I try to convince Charlotte to take a nap.  And ordinarily she nurses a bit and slowly relents, allows the delicate hands of sleep to grasp her firmly.  But →MORE...

Donald and I are still trying (and trying and trying and trying) to conceive a sibling for our daughter.  It is proving much trickier than we originally anticipated because, well, guess what?  Babies have a sixth sense. It is called the →MORE...

For Charlotte, my love, my dream come true, On Saturday, you turned eight months old. We snuggled you in bed.  We rubbed our noses against yours.  We blew raspberries on your belly.  We chuckled at your high-pitched squeals of delight.  We →MORE...

It seems like I am constantly running into mothers whose children are grown and gone.  Enjoy it, they tell me, because this will pass quickly.  Cherish her while she is small, they say, because soon she will have a tiny one →MORE...