No Babies, Bumps, Due Dates and Year Olds.

I’m currently patching together Miss M&M’s first birthday party. It’s happening one year from my (her?) due date. Which was exactly one year after I got my IUD removed. Whoa. And I realized there’s a lot to be thankful for in those anniversaries. I’m thankful for reproductive freedom and my own privilege in accessing it.Read more

My nine month old.

My nine month old is blossoming by the day. Whereas from about four months to eight, she mostly stayed in a similar [sedentary] groove, I am forced now to look ahead to the ever-nearing end of babyhood. My nine month old crawls. She officially started on August 13, 2011 at about 8.5 months old. SheRead more

Rapunzel, Rapunzel: A Tangled Birthday Party.

The past weekend we celebrated Dot’s upcoming 4th birthday with large gaggle of fellow preschoolers, a half dozen or so baby siblings, and a herd of accompanying parents. It was chaos. But the celebratory, beautiful summer Saturday morning, kind. Dot decided on a Tangled party. Not “Princesses” in general, as I’d tried to convince her.Read more

Six months (twenty-six weeks, 183 days, half a year).

M&M is now days away from the six month mark. I’ve actually been referring to her as “six months” for weeks now; I think to lessen the shock. Now that I’m used to the idea I can be excited for her without being distracted by my own feelings about the half-year mark. In case youRead 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