My kids begin discussing next year’s birthday well in advance. Like 364 days, give or take an hour or two.

Beatrix wanted a The Princess and the Frog birthday for months on end. I was ready to succumb to a Disney-fied birthday for my girl, who would be turning 4.

But she surprised me. [...]

She twisted the alfredo-dressed linguine onto the fork and waited for me to be a baby bird.

It was messy and comical. Some of the gooey strands became untwisted, slapping my chin as I unceremoniously slurped my first dinner at the hospital. I was nursing very-new Teddy, who was latched on successfully. Everyone knows you [...]

Breastfeeding with tween boys in the house is a tricky thing to wrangle. I wondered how they felt about it. I kept wondering. I tried to discern by their expressions and actions. I made assumptions, based on our long history of being a breastfeeding-friendly household.

Then it occurred to me to simply ask them. How [...]

I figured it out.

When my husband and I kept hearing the song, “Don’t Bring Me Down” by ELO, we joked that we should name the baby Bruce. In retrospect, I think the message we were supposed to glean was “Don’t bring me down, Bruise.”

We got home from the hospital last Friday. As we [...]

I’ll have a lot of fun with his name, based on the clever title for this post. Here are some photos I took of Theodore before we left the hospital. We came home yesterday.

I am still working on the birth story, which has been hard to corral into neat, punchy paragraphs.