Caidoc, Momma! He was baptized on Sunday.…
Two months ago, Macia got her first cousin on her daddy’s side.…
berries!
Her words are just exploding, though they are hard to articulate. She has morphed “cracker” into a back-of-the-throat “guh-cawh” and “avocado” is something like “clalala.” But she is talking. She mimics our sounds and the right number of syllables …
Her dress is finished. She has new white shoes. I have enough lace left over to make a headband or a bow for her hair.…
We packed up the diaper bag and headed down to the children’s museum in Fort Point. On Fridays, they have free entry, and it’s so close to Flour Bakery and Barrington Coffee, that there was something for everyone!…
Today is Monday (ha, Monday, string beans).…
So, I joined Instagram. …
Sitting in front of the Mary grotto while my Macie Rose played in the sand, I stared blankly at Momma’s huge rosemary bush, following he twisted branches in and out of the center of the bush. It was tough and …
I wasn’t expecting the grief that surfaced when I was alone at Daddy’s house. …
Macia and I picked apricots.…
Does anyone remember Victor Borge? He did the phonetic punctuation bit? He also did a bit where he plays a piece by Fliszt. It’s not F. Liszt, of course. You don’t say “M. Ozart,” do you?…
This is what I started to write the first day of my adoption leave, way back on May 1:…