I am Cinderella’s ugly stepsister. (The pretty one.) It’s not an easy admission to make, but I can’t escape the truth. Since my sixth month of pregnancy, every time I try on my shoes I feel like an evil stepsister … Continue reading
iCaved
I did something yesterday that I swore I would never do. I bought one of those toys that lets you put your iPhone in it and give to your baby. This cuddly, purple, singing monkey will allow me to lock … Continue reading
Fixed and dilated
I blame George Clooney. Not for the big things like world hunger, global warming, and acid washed jeans. No. I blame him for E.R. reruns. It’s his fault for making me watch them. If I hadn’t been so intrigued by … Continue reading
His biggest fan
I’ve found myself lately, wondering what Isaac with be like as he grows up. As bittersweet as it is, I know he won’t always be a baby. I wonder if he’ll be into sports, or cars, or construction equipment. Maybe … Continue reading
Still figuring it out
Isaac turned 6 months old this week. I can’t quite wrap my brain around that. We’re half way to his first birthday already! I remember sometime around the 8-12 week mark thinking, “Okay, I’m starting to get the hang of … Continue reading
There are no sick days when you’re a mom
As I write this, it’s 9:08 p.m. We have yet to eat dinner and I’m coughing. A week ago tomorrow, the scratchy throat began. “Oh, it’s just from sitting out in the drizzle at that soccer game,” I told myself. … Continue reading
A day in our life
A day in our life at 5 ½ months: 7:30 a.m.- Isaac starts to stir. He “talks” to himself for a few minutes until Mom can tell he’s getting frustrated. 7:45 a.m.- Mom stumbles into the nursery and fetches Isaac from … Continue reading
This does not look comfortable
Since Isaac started rolling over, he has wanted to sleep on his stomach. The “Back is Best” campaign has been a good one, because nothing strikes fear in a first-time mom’s heart like seeing her baby sleeping on his belly. … Continue reading
Listening ears
A couple of months ago I thought about having Matilda’s hearing checked. Surely, my sweet child would not just ignore me? After careful examination I realized the sad truth… it was indeed just that. She was tuning me out. Parenting … Continue reading
















