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Postcards from four years old: how life has changed

I clicked on someone's blog tonight, a mom who lives near me. She was feeling mom-ed out, ready to re-realize herself as not just a mommy blogger. I respect her and love her and even relate to where she is as a mom but: not me. A few clicks later I ...

When is attention to your children, too much?

I just returned from a fun errand with Truman in the bike trailer. We hung out downtown, where everyone commented on his happy perfection. A man heading to his smoke break helped me park the trailer, which wanted to poke out into the truck loading zo...

Reunion (with kids): it's not quite the same

My husband returned home tonight after two weeks of Army Reserve duty. And although it wasn't the first time he'd left me alone with my children, it was the first time since I had one baby on the outside and a full-time, all-the-time, work-from-home ...

Oh babies, how I want more of you

Last night, I must admit, I lost it a bit with my boys. They're both doing this screaming thing now, to get what they want, and I just wanted a few moments alone! I tore my hair and then settled them both down for bed so I could have an hour or two o...

Adventures in parenting: the chocolate freak

Truman, whose first birthday is tomorrow, has begun to distinguish himself as a true chocolate freak. It was our anniversary yesterday, and given that I had an entire category of blogs launching first thing in the morning, my husband celebrated by bu...

The toy jail: healer of sibling rivalry

I'm not proud. But I admit: I use the play pen largely to negotiate toy battles. Everett (you know) has all the best toys. No matter what he's playing with that day, it's the only thing 11-month-old Truman wants and he's desperate to get it, at all c...

Breakfast out with the boys: a photo essay

Last weekend after I returned home from my business trip, I made a point to play hooky from my computer for an entire day. First up: a late breakfast with my boys, the big one and the two littler (and equally cute) ones. The chandelier at Mother's wa...

Diaper derby, a photo essay

You know it. And I know it. We all wish, deep down, to enter our children in competitions as soon as they start crawling. No, literally! I mean, if I could have entered my newborn sons in "strong neck" baby-offs, I would have. I am totally...

Travelling day three: umm, much better!

I am sitting in my hotel room waiting for my colleagues to arrive for our meeting. Coffee is brewing in the cute little one-mug machine and two full Ziplock bags of breastmilk are resting in our little fridge. And best of all: eight hours of sleep in...

My kids are so perfectly behaved? Schyeah! Whatever

My husband was working late Friday night, and I had some money burning a hole in my little knitted purse. I dropped off the babysitter after finishing up my workday and asked Everett if he wanted to go out to eat. "What do you want?" I aske...

Blogging Baby Book: he learned 'no' - sort of

Truman crawls at break-neck speed for the cat food. "No no no!" I say, shaking my head vigorously. Truman reaches up into the off-limits cupboard, the one with the glass and pottery casserole dishes, grinning at me hugely. "No no no!&q...

Blogging Baby Book: getting off the couch

Truman and I usually get up before the rest of the house does. In the frosty earliness today, we were sitting on the couch together. He was banging happily on the sofa arm while I worked on my laptop. The phone rang, and I had to go to the kitchen to...

Adventures in Parenting: holding onto your leg

Truman has reached that age where there's nothing so comforting as pulling up on his mama's leg. And I wear a lot of loose comfy pants. So every time I'm in the kitchen with my nine-month-old, I have to look over my shoulder to make sure no one's sta...

Baby image of the day: making my brother laugh

I know it's a bit unfair to select my own boys for Baby Image of the Day, but today is my last as sole judge and jury for this feature - I'll be handing off to Larissa Brown. This picture, for me, is the soul of the love between my two sons. It...

Playdate, a photo essay

Last week I posted the timeline to our playdate. This week, I've got photos. When I arrived, it was a little zany. I had lemon tart and coffee for breakfast....

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