A cure for the Monday blues

  When you release a fourteen-month-old into the wild after a morning of Septemberish errands, he cannot believe his luck, and for the next hour he'll be like OH MY WORD LOLS EVERYWHERE, EVERYWHERE I LOOK. Then after lunch you'll give him a spare grape, and he'll laugh appreciatively, all CLASSIC, YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN. … Continue reading A cure for the Monday blues

In the T-Zone

I was thinking today how people have their own baby comfort zones (when's yours?), and how mine's definitely not with actual babies. Oh, I loved every inch of him from the beginning, don't get me wrong. I still squeal over his little newborn outfits and rewatch his three-month videos. But I was deeply, continually anxious … Continue reading In the T-Zone