I see his small hand in mine and feel the warmth. Sometimes he grabs my hand, but now it is mostly me that is holding on for dear life. I hold on because he is my baby, the last of my babies. I hold on for fear, I hold on for warmth, I hold […] . . . → Read More: Just Write (2): Hands
In just over 24 hours I am leaving on a plane to go to New York to Blogher 12. I haven’t talked too much about it because there are always other things going on. I also don’t want to give in to the guilt that comes from leaving the kids with my mother. Don’t get […] . . . → Read More: I am Leaving on a Jet Plane
Every once in a while I like to give myself a little treat, something a little decadent. Sometimes it is nothing more than a longer shower, or an Earl Grey Tea Latte from Starbucks. Today it was a cup of tea and a Harlequin novel under the covers while Quinlan slept.
I almost felt guilty about […] . . . → Read More: Decadence
I am ready to wean Quinlan. Quinlan on the other hand, is not.
When Aidan was a year I started giving him warm milk in a bottle and gradually slowed the nursing. He would take a bottle before bed and naps. The only time he really nursed was when he was hurt or in the middle […] . . . → Read More: Mommy Guilt and Weaning