To Tessa at Three
Yes! We would name you Tessa, I thought, and I would call you Tess. But life is funny and you are not a Tess.
Elections and C-sections
How will my children learn to separate fact from fiction in a crowdsurfing, technology-saturated culture of knee-jerk texts and tweets?
All Out of Love?
Her nutty lasts until I turn off the water and step on to the bathmat, at which point she stares at my crotch (about eye level for her now) and asks, "What you have mom? A bagina?"
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End of Daddy Daycare
My husband has been back to work for one month now and it has taken me that long to appreciate/miss what he brought to the table as a stay-at-home dad. I must confess—it’s more than I thought.
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When Breast Isn’t Best
I am pretty much instantly pissed off by the “come and get me” visage of mommy Jamie Lynne Grumet as she stands all pouty and sexy-like, hand on hip, as if she has just grabbed her powerless lover by the hair and forced his mouth to her pulsating breast.
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Bloggy Birthday
Strangely, I subconsciously set out to prove in writing that my reality as a working mom was both happy and sustainable.
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Getting Unstuck
In short, once Matt and I brought two lives into the world, we also ushered in a host of unexpected consequences. Duh. Having kids changes everything.
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