I could have cried into my [delicious, Paleo] chicken dinner.

Dot is a picky eater. Her 4th birthday is just around the corner and I tell myself it’s just a phase and remind myself that I, too, could not be persuaded to keep an open mind where things I thought I didn’t like were concerned. When I was her age…and until I was about sixteenRead more

Freedom Flowers.

Now a week old, this bouquet has definitely seen better days. Last Friday morning Dot and I went on a Starbucks date before her doctor’s appointment. Yes, another doctor’s appointment! After a week battling the high fever, there was only a brief reprieve before she came down with a massive double ear infection. Goddamn thatRead more

Before Noon.

If I ever wonder why I prefer to be in bed long before 9pm I will refer to this post. This is not necessarily a typical day, then again I’m not sure what typical even looks like in this raising-little-kids season of life. I crawl out of bed about 5:35am. I have fifteen or soRead more

The difference a month can make.

It is truly amazing what can happen in just a few weeks. Less than four weeks ago I began Crossfit and dabbling in Paleo eating. Now I feel like I could take on the world. Every. Single. Day. Just over two weeks ago we began letting M&M cry it out. We saw immediate, exhilarating progress.Read more

What Comes In Must Go Out: Solids and Cloth Diapering.

I’ve decided to spare you the visual representation of this sentiment. You can thank me profusely in the comment section 😉 M&M has entered the next phase of babyhood and is now consuming solid foods! We started her a few weeks earlier than we started her sister (Dot first had rice cereal a few daysRead more

Becoming a Mother: My first birth story.

My firstborn, Dot the Dotter, was birthed in a hosptial, by an Ob-gyn, in the Seattle area. Her dad and I were anxious, nervous, over-the-moon excited [unwed, basically poor] first-time parents. I went into early labor in the evening, two days past my due date. This is my account of early labor, written while IRead more

Why I’m letting my baby Cry It Out.

Here are a few hints: No, I don’t want to traumatize her. Yes, I love her dearly. Yes, I have a heart. No, I’m not trying to detach from her. I want good sleep. And good awake time. For all of us. When Dot was a baby she slept with me. She slept on me.Read more