Babies

Baby Skin.

Sometimes I stare at his paper-thin skin and I wonder how in the world can I possibly protect him? How can I possibly preserve his innocence in this cruel and rigid world? It’s such a stark contrast to the toughness and furrowed brows of our society and yet when I think about it, we are… read more

Fourth of July. Or Was it Valentine’s??

To be honest, yesterday was a mess. In fact, by Instagram standards it was an epic fail. I woke up with visions of red, white and blue LAYERED popsicles that the kids would help me make for the fourth, (how fun, riiight??) but we didn’t have the right mold (I had thrown it in the… read more

Letting Go. (The other side)

The Promised Land always lies on the other side of a wilderness. ~Havelock Ellis I’ll be honest, I’ve been in a bit of a wilderness lately. This pregnancy held so much promise for me at the beginning and yet halfway through I found myself completely exhausted, feeling defeated and miserable. My body was tense with… read more

I Knew It Was You

You chose me when I had nothing left And my arms had come up empty from recent tragedies and futile attempts at making sense of our future and what had been taken My soul weighted from the loss of hope and the dream of having another chance, A child to love And yet I knew… read more

On Nesting (and Nearing the End of Your Life!)

  Pregnancy is so weird. On one hand I just want to curl up in a ball and let the world go by while I sip on tea lattes and on the other I MUST DO ALL THE THINGS. I must climb all the mountains, rearrange all the furniture, hang all the picture frames and… read more

This One Year.

Sweet baby boy, How can it be a year since you came, face and fist, and eyes searching for your Mama’s? How can it be that you have been in my arms for this long and yet it feels like yesterday when I first held you? A year since you did somersaults in my belly, and flipped face down,… read more

Hippy Mamas and Heavenly Baby Wipes.

I’ve been wanting to make my own baby wipes since kingdom come. Or at least since I started having babies, five years ago! I remember my Mom making her own (yeah, she was cool like that!) when my youngest siblings were babies. Something about the smell or the feel or the way the lightly scented… read more

The Chaotic. And a Few Things I know.

It’s been a bit chaotic around here. Baby boy’s been squealing from bellyaches, Beanstalk’s been asking “why” and I’ve been jostling and juggling and answering questions. I’ve been chopping veggies, packing lunches, and buttoning up princess dresses with one hand, bouncing baby in the other….Holding and swaddling, explaining and swaying. I’ve been returning phone calls, taking orders, and… read more

On Odorless Poop and Waking up From the Fog.

So you’ve been heavily sedated for over two weeks now, inoculated by the deepest love and the strongest bond known to man. And now you’re waking up. Slowly but surely, you’re coming out of that euphoria-induced trance of peach fuzz and heaven-scented baby scalp and the innocent little squeaks of a newborn. Little by little, you’re coming out of that intoxication of soft… read more