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Yes.

Today was another full day of soaking rain. After I picked up my daughter at 1 we kept busy drawing in the sunroom, building with Magnetic tiles from loving "aunts" and making a run to the drive-through for some donuts; Vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. But as four o'clock set in, and the rain continued to pelt mercilessly on our roof ...

Beauty and Romance (A sneak peak at Lindsay Docherty Photography)

So, I am going to be, in the very near future, writing an extensive post on the ray of sparkling sunshine that is Lindsay Docherty of Lindsay Docherty Photography. I will share with you, then, how she jumped on the bed with us, and joined us in an impromptu dance party and even cleaned up ...

So, it’s bedtime,

and the little one has been washed and brushed and lotioned and jammied. But, as we were heading towards the bedroom, the finish line, she heard music playing from downstairs. And she perked up. "Dance party, please, mommy?" She wants to have a dance party with me. She said please. Now how can I argue with that? So, I guess tonight we will have a different kind ...

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5. 10am The Sunday Morning Dance Party edition. I bet you wish it were a video-a-day challenge, now don't you?

Some things you’ve missed:

Things have a bit quiet here in the Land of Mom. Well, not in the Land of Mom, but here in the cyberland version of Ever After. It's not that I haven't had what to share; quite the opposite, in fact. I have a million posts composed on my Blackberry, scribbled down on note paper and in my ...

I just had the best time of my life

dancing around the nursery with my little girl to (what else?) Hair. These moments are so precious. I never ever ever ever ever ever ever want to forget them. So, please. Don't ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever let me. We blasted the music, and danced and danced and danced. We literally jumped up and down in delight. She literally squealed ...

an ode to a Bubbie

Bubbie, dearest--how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I'd wax poetic (har!) about all your charms, but don't have enough time in my days. A Bubbie devoted, you have been, since the dawn of this baby's time, when your favorite little star was a mere twinkle in your eye. Before she was born, you knitted for her, cooed to her, and ...

Today,

I felt sleepy. I also felt loved. Today, I made a friend, made banana bread, forgot to add the bananas, forgot my own name, had a pedicure, had the hiccups, had the occasion to discuss "existentialism", had the occasion to discuss "diaper cream", made baby food carrots, (orange-ya glad I didn't say banana?) talked to myself, answered myself, introduced my dad as "Zayde", introduced my Mommom as a great-grandmother, introduced my daughter ...

The Milk of the Mortals

disclaimer: This post addresses some of the gorier details of breastfeeding. Anyone at all squeamish, or male, enter at your own risk. As I have mentioned many a time before, I am a milk machine. That, for those of you who are not native to the land in mom, means that I am breastfeeding my daughter. For the first 3 ...

you make me feel like dancing

So, this morning, while baby and I were having a dance party, and I was singing The Jackson Five's "I Want You Back" into the remote control, you know, just like all moms and babies do on a rainy Wednesday morning, baby grabbed my hand and pulled the "microphone" up to her face and opened her mouth. O.M.G. Future Broadway ...