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…
I love my daughter
Emma The Observer
Today was just Tuesday. Emma and I dropped Joshua off at school and then made our way back to the house. I poured a cup of coffee and looked into the office and decided to hang the curtains. I gathered the step-ladder and the drill. I rounded up the measuring tape and a pencil. She…
Mario and Minnie Mouse Take The Neighborhood
In an 10th hour feat of parental awesome–because 11th hour would’ve meant I bought these costumes today instead of yesterday afternoon…like last year–costumes were acquired and all was right with the world. It was a Halloween miracle. Emma and I crashed Joshua’s school party this morning because that’s one of the perks of this thing…
My Best Girl
Dear Emma, my best girl. From the moment you cry out in the morning until the minute you fall asleep for naps and bedtime, you’re on the move, exploring the world around you, imitating your big brother, finding new ways to see the world. Right now your spirit of adventure knows no bounds. Every day…
I Dream Of Weaning
Nearly 18 months. That’s how long Emma and I have been at this breastfeeding thing. More than twice as long as I breastfed Joshua. Longer than I imagined and also somehow not. And I’m starting to have a hard time with it. Since she turned one, maybe even before then, I’ve practiced “Don’t offer, don’t…