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So one of the blogs I follow is titled Sleeping Should Be Easy. And you’d think, wouldn’t you? But apparently not. As I’ve written, Baguette is not a fan of sleep. She is a master at finding ways to keep… Read moreI’ll Sleep When I’m Dead
I’m so happy to have another guest post at The Happiest Mom, again focusing on what I’ve learned as a new(ish) mother: Time is of the essence. Tempus fugit. One thing’s for sure–time is not on my side. Before Baguette… Read more“It’s Only a Phase” Is For Us, Too
As we were heading out today, one of our neighbors walked by. We said we were going to the park, and she said, “Is it a nice park?” I honestly didn’t know how to answer that. We’re lucky enough to… Read morePick Your Park
I feel like this week has gone on for about a year. Monday was a holiday, and so being us, we went snowshoeing. Baguette loves the snow, but we dramatically underestimated how quickly a not-quite-three-year-old can get wet and cold…. Read moreIt’s Friday, Right?
This week’s Monday Listicles asks us to share 10 things from our closets. Ta da! A pile of clothes to be donated. An empty shoebox. A shoebox with unworn crosstrainers. A backpack filled with emergency supplies. Another backpack filled with… Read more10 Things I Found in My Closet
Forgive me for the rambling post. It won’t be the last. Two months ago, I wrote that we were exploring speech therapy for Baguette, based on feedback from her school and our concerns about her confidence levels. While we were… Read moreUpdate: Baguette and Speech Therapy
I had a “Best of 2012” post in the works, but I just wasn’t feeling it. What am I feeling? Grateful. I’m really happy that this blog reaches people, whether few or many, and that people want to read what… Read moreThank You!
I have posts I want to write, but I also have a cold or a sinus infection or something, and I’ll get to them later. In the meantime, here are some things that I noticed or that occurred to me… Read moreRandom Thoughts
Some things about being a parent that I didn’t expect: The immediate ferocity of motherhood. How little I cook. How much fun playgrounds can be. How much Baguette loves me. Photo by Lars Plougman, via Flickr. Creative Commons.