Tobias, Eleanor and Callista, my loves,
Isn’t it strange how we measure our age? You’re three years old, but today marks the start of your fourth year. You’ll celebrate your fourth Thanksgiving next week, and we’ll start preparing for your fourth Christmas after that. Technically, this is even your fourth birthday, if we include your […]
I just got back from taking my trio to storytime at the library. It’s something I’ve done on my own, but when the inevitable bathroom-break need kicks in, having a helper is, well, helpful. I’m lucky to have my mom close by with ample free time, so help is rarely unavailable.
We got into the […]
I don’t know if it’s because I fought so hard to have my babies; or if it’s because I held my breath each time my phone rang for nearly 10 weeks, expecting to hear the worst news from the NICU; or if it’s because I grew up knowing that mothers sometimes die when […]
Thanks to fair Winnie, whose comment on my last entry sent me to the dollar store, I put together the much-talked-about bumblebee, butterfly and flower costumes for a whopping $7.
We had the flower headband already. The wings were all $1. I bent Callista’s […]
Toby, Eleanor and Callista, I’m writing this blog entry for you, for your future days in therapy, so you can hold up a calendar with Oct. 31, 2013, circled in red marker to pinpoint when your mother started breaking your hearts.
(If we’re honest, it was probably when I decided triage parenting – neediest one […]