Open your hands

We were five days into this two-baby experiment, and something felt off. Of course, it was unbearably hot, I hadn't slept for longer than two hours all week, and I was hurting everywhere, so there was plenty of off to go around. But this was something else. Tim put Henry to bed and Henry got … Continue reading Open your hands

I want to be a single-tasker

This story starts in McDonald's. (You guys, nearly all my stories start in McDonald's these days. McDonald's is where Life Happens, and don't you forget it.) Henry sat swinging his legs in the high chair next to me. He requested the kite song to supplement his fish fingers. Who can argue with that partnership? I … Continue reading I want to be a single-tasker

Ten tips for winning over your fussy eater: toddler edition

Oh, my friends, here we are again. These days, cajoling food into Henry's mouth has just become part of our family landscape. When we were in London on Friday, he took an unexpected liking to the tiny bowl of pasta we'd ordered for him, and ate almost all of it. He hates pasta. He also … Continue reading Ten tips for winning over your fussy eater: toddler edition