A friend reminded me of when we first met the Babe.…
Yep, the Babe is walking.…
Today I was thinking about clothes.…
We are laying low today. Babe and I are enjoying a quiet recovery day while Taylor studies au cafe.…
Most of you have seen the news on twitter or facebook already. That the Babe can stay with us.…
pat-a-pat-pat (telling me she wants to be picked up)
foo-foo-foo (whispered when she’s hungry)…
No, I won’t ever be ready. I think part of being an eternal being is that we are never ready to say goodbye. We weren’t meant to.…
The days just keep coming. One by one they tick away.…
This week, there’s been a lot of moaning. We suspect it’s mostly teething–kid is working on her left molar, poor thing. But that cranky tooth apparently makes it less comfortable to communicate. …
Eight days.…
I have another blogger crush. These are the crushes where I look through a blog and drool over every picture, every idea, every made-thing and want it to be my home, my life, my crafts, too.…
We took Christmas down this weekend.. Poor Babe. “Where’s the tree?”…
How would you all like to have Fridays be the “update on what the Babe of Cutness has been doing this week” days?…
People have been telling me how lucky the Babe is to be with Taylor and me right now. We’ve been told how noble and selfless we are to open our hearts and home to her, and how wonderful we are …
Y’know, some people long for nicknames. And others naturally evoke an abundance. …
Do these make sense to you? I think I mostly know what I mean as I list them here. We shall see.…
Saturday, chicken.…
Friday, fresh fish. …
Thursday, roast beef. …
I have been “momma” for two months. I have been changing diapers and filling bottles and washing clothes and wiping boogers and kissing fingers and toes for a wonderful nine weeks.…