There are three things I know to be true: There are types of self confidence that cannot be bought or therapy'd into you. A kid who is comfortable being choosy about cake is going places. This is going to be one hell of a year. So here we go. The hills are alive... with the... Continue Reading →

Nettles. When you're not around, I think about you. Randomly. You pop up in my thoughts. I was thinking the other day if you had this much character a year ago. I guess you did but in smaller bites? These days, the bites are getting chunkier (and I don't mean because of your dinosaur teeth).... Continue Reading →

Nettles, It feels like there has never been any life without you in it. You are a puzzle piece that simply fit right in. But there is nothing simple or obvious about you. "Third child" is a phrase I've tried to stop saying in the last few months - it doesn't do you justice to label... Continue Reading →

If I had to sum up 23-month Nettles in one picture... Here's the story: One night last week, we hear a loud thump and screaming. We dash upstairs and Nettles had climbed out of the crib and fallen, presumably on her head. The next day, it happens she's home from gan and I put her... Continue Reading →

Nettles, One of my favorite things, on the days I pick you up from maon (daycare), I love walking up the stairs to the second floor and before there's any way you know it's me you come running. Or do I have distinctive footsteps? Or do you do that to everyone until you finally get... Continue Reading →

Nettles - This is a crazy time. Last month, this month, the next month - all are and will be intense work months for me. So I haven't been able to give you as much as I'd want. Write the chapter on being the third child of a full-time working mother someday. It will make... Continue Reading →

We're welcoming winter, Nettles, and because it involves warm frothed milk, it's officially your favorite season. It's also your first conscious dinovember. While your brother ponders the universe and your sister cheers them on, you have one reaction, every day, finger pointing: "Whoa. Whoooa. Whoa! Whoa." You're growing closer to your brother and sister, and... Continue Reading →

A couple months in maon daycare, and you're becoming a tiny version of a kid. Making 'friends' (well, maybe 'petting' potential friends/younger babies in your vicinity? Whether they like it or not?). Adding new words to your vocabulary (as well as using a million words for the same thing, like tzetzi and geegee for pacifier?... Continue Reading →