When both my boys were born, they emerged from the womb — my womb, where I grew and nurtured them with every ounce of love in my body — as tiny little Daddy clones. It stung a little. If I wasn’t destined to be a mom of girls I could dress up like dolls, then …
Easton, my big boy, We’ve been counting down the days of summer and it’s here at last: your first day of first grade. Kindergarten is a distant memory now and feels like it was just the warm-up. First grade is the real deal: You’ll be there all day. You’ll eat lunch in the cafeteria and …
Happy Blogiversary, Baby! Start a blog, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. I’m here to tell you it is … but there’s so much more to it than slapping a few paragraphs up on a website once a week. (Which is 100% what I thought it would be when I launched #NeverDoneWithFun last May.) …
We took down the baby gates last month. For good. Never to be used again. And while a big part of me jumped with joy to have free access to my stairs once again, another little part of me felt a pang. We bought you a mattress last weekend. Not quite yet but so soon, …
