Extra! Extra!

Extra! Extra!

Sunday, the last day of the Christmas season, brought with it a lovely Christmas treat.  Jac, Max, Tess and I joined some dear friends to watch Little Women. Two things: First, I cried even before it began (darn those trailers!) and then all the way through.  Other...
Pitty Potty Party

Pitty Potty Party

Since we were talking about Penny . . . Pretty sure her potty-training is my Waterloo.  And I know I’m given to hyperbole and dramatics, but I’m serious about this.  I’m afraid it just isn’t going to happen. Let me be clear – when I write...
Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Did you see the title and think I was going to bemoan the time change?  Whine about the loss of light and the soul-crushing blackness? Too bad if you did because that’s not what this is about. Nope. This is about Penny and how she or I – maybe both of us?...
Goodness

Goodness

Last week I had an appointment out of the house. The receptionist greeted me in her usual cheery manner and inquired about Gus. “Is he still being a good boy?” I don’t remember how I answered but I’m sure it was vague and mentioned something about sleep. I do know I...
Then and Now

Then and Now

One of the wild things about having had children over the last decade and a half  (holy cats, that makes me feel old) is how much things have changed between our first baby and our last. And I’m not even talking about us – no that’s a whole other...
In the Middle of the Night

In the Middle of the Night

Octavius, Yours was the pregnancy of sleeplessness so it seems only fitting that my favorite time with you is in the middle of the night. That’s when it’s quiet and still and it’s just you and me again.  Your eyes are wide and bright in the dim light...