from the mouths of babes…

...and baby sisters. As I may have mentioned before, my sister is a summer intern at the White House. What I may not have mentioned is that she has been dating someone, a chap from somewhere overseas, and he will be returning home this week. So, just this afternoon, I got the following text from the baby sis: It read, "What if ...

There’s No Place Like Home

Today was a typical day at the beach. You know, it was hot. We read. We relaxed. And braced for a tornado. What? You mean you're not used to doing that at 4pm on a Sunday? Yeah, neither are we. When the news broke of the Tornado Warning, my Poppop kicked into high gear. I was otherwise occupied, you know, pumping, so, when I answered his call downstairs, I ...

it’s kind of nice having a daughter

...when it' s 10 am on a Friday, and you're packing for the beach, and you can carry your daughter into your closet, and say, "Can you help me to pick out a pair of shoes to wear out to dinner?" And, although you know she has no idea what you're talking about, because she's still so small, and doesn't know ...

A Baby Story, Chapter 4

There’s been an accident. Suddenly, the world stopped. You see, hearing about an accident is jarring, for most, if not all, people. For me, it’s my greatest fear come true. Put it this way, If I can’t reach one of my loved ones for a half hour, I get jittery. If it’s been an hour and I still haven’t been able ...

A Baby Story, Chapter 3

There I was, 4pm, Friday afternoon, Contracting, non-stop, As I had been for days, In pain, With no end in sight, Exhausted in both body and soul, And, suddenly, Water. I won’t give too much information here, but I’ll just say that this was something very new. Just to clarify, There was no big gush of water. Not the “buckets” my doctor had ...

recipe for a healthy Saturday night dinner

The following is the exact conversation that I had with my husband over our Saturday night dinner, last evening: Me: Remember PMS? Husband: OMG, yes. That was one thing I did not miss while you were pregnant. Me: Husband: Actually, come to think of it, the whole pregnancy was just like a giant 9-month-long PMS. I do not ...

You know you have a really good guy, when he's in the baby's room, changing a poopy diaper, and you hear him say, "Get ready for take-off!" before he races around the upstairs, baby in arms, as he takes her on a pre-nap flight. It's the really good guys who can turn something like a diaper-change, into a special, exciting, bonding ...

my wish

You know you have a good guy, when he's in the kitchen, sterilizing the bottles and pump attachments, and runs up the stairs, and into the bedroom, to tell you that it's 11:11, and to make a wish, because he knows that you are superstitious, and that 11 just so happens to be your lucky number. Yeah, I think I'll keep him.