I heard recently that boys learn boyhood from their fathers once they turn six. Good news for mothers. For the next five-and-a-bit years, he's mine. We stick together these days, Henry Jeffcoat and me. Sometimes I feel like we create our own kingdom, here on the first and second floors, where we understand things perfectly. … Continue reading Cocoon


You know how, sometimes, baby legs don't thin down from the calves, so they end up with cankles? In this house, we feel like Henry's thighs call the shots. Say hello to this boy's thankles. I wished and wished for a roly-poly baby. He was always such a tiny wisp of a thing. And now … Continue reading Thankles