It started out as a bath, book, bottle-of-milk-before-bouncing-him-to-sleep routine. That was when he was so small that his entire little body still fit on my lap. The bouncing turned into swaying. The swaying turned into holding him for one song on his lullaby cd: “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,” then kissing him goodnight and putting him…
little hippos
Because comparison pictures are such fun… Sebastian in the bath – March 2009 Theo in the bath – March 2011 They’re starting to look a lot more distinctive to me, especially since Theo isn’t nearly as chubby as our sumo baby was, but there are still plenty of moments of déja vu. Sebastian in the…
Count to Ten
>We have a counting obsession going on at our house, but rather than freaking out at hearing that “Chicka Chicka 1-2-3” song for the thousandth time, I’ve been grateful for a simple method of counting to ten. It’s not to get the toddler to do what I’ve asked him to do. For that, I count…
My own Mr. Brave
> I don’t know if you’ve ever read those Mr. Men and Little Miss books, but I loved them when I was little, and then I re-loved them when I started teaching with my friend R who used them as a creative writing inspiration for her fourth graders (a project I happily stole to use…
Getting it off my chest
>Every evening my husband asks me how my day was. He probably holds his breath a little while he does it, because the odds are pretty high that I will sigh dramatically and then launch into a litany of large and small irritations of my day. I blame this mostly on the fact that the…
