Dear Jasper, Tomorrow you’ll be a whopping eight months old. How the honkin’ what? Yesterday, we returned from our five week East Coast jaunt (of which you were a natural, no surprise there). We spent time in the Berkshires where you learned how to do clutch things like navigate a rotary (from the backseat) and consume copious amounts of (secondhand) ice cream. For the last week of the trip, we fetched your Dad from the airport and headed to Cape {Read More}
Seven Months Old. My Apologies, Kid.
July 24, 2014 By 4 Comments
Jasper, Last Saturday you turned seven months old. And in the days following that time, I’ve wracked my brains trying to think of what could best describe this phase of your simply marvelous existence. And I’ve found it. You, my pal, are the thirdest child ever to be born third. The scene: Nora’s playing dress up and instructing Susannah how to grab something from that high-up shelf (convenient, since she’s already hanging upside down in the vicinity of it). And {Read More}
Half A Year Of Awesome.
June 19, 2014 By 12 Comments
Jasper, my impossibly grownup little baby- Happy six months, slugger. How have you been here for half a year already? I can’t believe how quickly you’ve morphed from a snoozing and cooing sweet potato into a grasping and scooting Boy Child. (Even allowing for the temporary breaks from sanity which occurred during that disturbing winter, these months went kinda fast.) My little Roo- my last small papoose- I am so aware of the fact that every new milestone with you {Read More}
A Round-Up In Pictures. (And Love.)
May 28, 2014 By 4 Comments
Pals, today I’m gonna skip the usual round-up of writin’s (except to say that Chicago peeps should really check out this MSI giveaway- ending tonight!) and give you the round-up of pix which thoroughly define this week. So. Pix Which Thoroughly Define This Week: Someone is enjoying his food. And is preeeeeetty proud of himself. (FYI, this picture sorta encapsulates every dinnertime…and room where food could possibly be served…and at least nine outfits.) On Saturday, I celebrated six years of {Read More}
Five Months Old. Now With Added Holiness!
May 19, 2014 By 10 Comments
My favorite little boy, Happy five months, slugger. Five months is huge. And you are huge- in size, in moxy, and in smiles for days. Here’s what we know (and appreciate/fear/respect) about you: You have impeccable timing. This is very good. This is also very, very bad. Like the other day before your baptism, when I knew you had yet to poop (for close to 48 hours) yet I chose to dress you in your adorable yet rather thin seersucker suit and {Read More}
Four Months Old. Time To Have The Man Talk.
April 21, 2014 By 12 Comments
Dear Jasper, You are four months old. You’ve been here for four months. Here’s a little bit of what I’ve learned in that time: People love to tell Boy Moms that they have no idea what they’re in for. They question if you’re ready for the craziness of Boy after the apparent calm of Girl. (And J- you know your sis Suzy Zu. That fluffy-haired monkey suspended from the ceiling fan? In those moments it takes all that I have to {Read More}
Three Months Old. Time For Some Truth Bombs.
March 20, 2014 By 10 Comments
Dear Jasper, Yesterday, you turned three months of age. You and I have officially concluded what some folks like to call the 4th trimester. (Since I’ve always been rotten at math, I’m totally cool with that erroneous vernacular.) It’s appropriate, too, that around the age you’ve biologically been deemed fit to come out of the cocoon of my embrace (just the teensiest bit), Mother Nature has also given the (sort of) okay for the weather to ease up- which allows {Read More}
Sleep Training (Trains The Parents To Never Sleep Again).
March 13, 2014 By 14 Comments
There have been a lot of transitions lately: From a family with two kids to a family with three. From a kiddo in a crib to a kiddo in a toddler bed. From a newborn who clipped along at a steady pace to a baby with the need to nurse and/or say hi every fifteen minutes throughout the evening. And the transition from a relatively normal Mama to a drooling, hilariously exhausted one. So we implemented new stuff: new bedtime routines, {Read More}
