Bebe update: Seven years

To my Goon... for your jokes that make us laugh whether we get them or not (keep workshopping), your knowing what you want (and getting stronger about asking for it), your self awareness, your basic instinct to share, to smile, to make others feel good about themselves, your honesty, your allergy to napkins and silverware,... Continue Reading →

Nettles update: Four years

This is cheekiness uprising. This is sound effects for every action. This is slapstick comedy. This is curiosity. This is telling dogs to go away. This is a love affair with a mosaic snail. This is finding the word 'batata' hilarious. This is pretend-nursing a baby. This is tormenting the younger sibling. This is torturing... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: twenty three months

There's that point after the baby turns into a toddler and the toddler gets even a bit more toddlery that they are so delicious you could just eat them. And even if I haven't quite gotten to the bottom of what is bothering you yet... I feel tension in you, Zooey... so while I'm busy... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: twenty two months

You give kisses now! I love that! The little pwaa! of your tiny lips. Especially when the aim is off. You're still sparse on words - what do you wanna say, Zooey? You can tell me... or Big Bird, we're into Sesame Street now... I mean, I love the faces you make - you're speaking with... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: twenty one months

You're just one of the girls, Zooey. You're thing now is part de-planed flight attendant, part big kid going to school - rolling around Nettles' backpack (especially convenient because she doesn't want to, and, um, between us - you're being kinda used... but there's time to work that out...). You pick it up in the... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: twenty months

Fire and doughnuts. What more do you need? You really love Chanukah. At first you were all, huh? What? I'm supposed to eat this? Naaah. Really? Just eat it? This? Uh... I guess...  Oooooh, I get it.   And you wanted so badly to light the candles yourself... which, you know, you nearly did, as much... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: nineteen months

Monkey see, monkey do, Zooey is watching and something is hatching... there are so many ways to learn and yours is a given - three big siblings to watch, to eyeball, to scrutinize, and decide whether you want to try it yourself. It's your way.

The last week.

This isn’t how I thought it would end. I didn’t think the end would begin with a deep soreness, tiny stabs of pain, highlighted by stinging tears; the added torture of me trying to hold all this in and stay strong for you, to avoid the chance you'd feel unwhole, to acknowledge your instinctual longing,... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: eighteen months

It may be autumn but your steps are in full bloom. Your toddle is... toddle-y, and exactly as it should be. It's not that you couldn't walk or wouldn't walk, but I think we both know you were going to go with what came easier to you as you cautiously sorted out the whole walking... Continue Reading →

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