Apologies for leaving you hanging three months—a quarter of a year!—to find out if Sasha ever got back in the tub again. It took about a third of that time to get it to happen and there have been a lot of other intense things in the meantime that have made it impossible for me […]
Just to remind ourselves that life is not ALL poop and oily hair, I wanted to take a brief moment to talk about some other things that are going on at LST headquarters. As I mentioned yesterday, I talked to a social worker about our current longest shortest time and I’ll be getting to that […]
All kinds of stinky: a new longest shortest time presents itself.
Sick of the mommy debates? Read this (very short!) book of poetry.
A pregnant woman talks about the expectations of childbirth and early motherhood, and confronts her fears over giving birth to a boy.
Sasha’s latest favorite thing to say is, “What are you talking about?” Whenever I’m talking to another grownup she’ll interrupt us with the question as soon as she’s lost (usually pretty immediately). There are variations, too: What are you saying? What are you doing? What is that? What is HE saying? I often find myself […]
You may remember, the last time I talked about sleep, we were dealing with the complications of removing the side from Sasha’s crib and her realization that this meant she could get out of her room . . . as often as she’d like. After processing what was going on through drawings, things settled down […]
When Sasha was six months old I enrolled her in a YMCA swim class that turned out to be taught by a woman who acted more like a high school coach than an instructor of babies. “C’mon, Sasha, kick! Lemme see those legs move!” she’d bark. When met with a stony baby stare she’d chide, […]