You know how people say when you love something you should let it go? That statement does not necessarily apply to home Internet service, which I know I have complained about not having so often now people are probably on the verge of stuffing a dirty sock in my mouth just to get me to…
Emma
Backseat Tiger
Tuesday was a really great day. The kind of day you want to bottle up and save because it’s all sunshine and rainbows and glitter and even the rougher moments are sort of rosy. I woke up this morning with the memory of yesterday lingering in my heart. I felt light. Happy. But then I…
Tomorrow You Are Two
Dear Emma, Tomorrow you are two. The other morning, I brought you to bed with me and you fell asleep after nursing. We snuggled up and I breathed in the smell of your hair and fell back to sleep alongside you. For a brief moment, I was taken back to the early months of your…
All I Want For Christmas Is A Hogwarts Letter
It seems I may have actually birthed Hermione Granger, you guys. No, our last name is not Watson. Yes, I won’t have a problem if my Emma follows in that Emma’s footsteps, particularly if somehow this lands me a trip to platform 9 and 3/4 to send my mudblood off to the best school for…
It’s Okay To Tell My Daughter She’s Pretty. And Smart.
Emma’s not a fan of getting dressed. Actually, that’s not entirely true. It’s more like she’s a fan of running away from me while I’m trying to dress her. She wants to climb into the rocker and squeal in delight as the chair moves back and forth, nearly toppling over backward with the force of…