About a Girl

When I was pregnant with Buzz, I heard a constant question from countless people. “Are you hoping for a girl?” I honestly wasn’t. Either way would have been fine, but I thought there would be something truly special about my son having a brother. That’s what I envisioned. Two boys, friends, brothers.… [Read more]

Feet First

It was raining as we left the shelter of home for Buzz’s speech therapy appointment yesterday afternoon. Not to the point of lightning flashing thunderstorms, but windy and cold nonetheless. The kind of dreary day that my adult stodgy self feels would be better spent sleeping away, instead of sauntering out into.… [Read more]

Spinning It

What matters is how you spin it.

All of us wake up in the morning wishing for just 10 more minutes. We take whatever means necessary to pry our eyes open before we dive into work. Whether that’s outside of the home or in. Whether it’s pushing papers or pushing strollers.… [Read more]

Loose Tooth

My oldest boy, he’s tall and lanky. He outgrows most of his clothes in the blink of an eye. His soft-scented newborn days seem so distant, ancient, yet just like yesterday. He likes video games and playing with toy guns and he pretends he’s a soldier battling zombies. Even though I’ve been in denial, it’s safe to say that he’s not a baby anymore.… [Read more]

Seven

This morning, I had an appointment for my annual exam. I found myself sitting in a room that I hadn’t been in since Abby was a newborn, looking around at all the pregnancy paraphernalia. Along with signs and brochures, there was a poster on the wall illustrating the 9 month transformation from embryo to baby.… [Read more]