A letter for two.

Koala and Bebe, You know, I have this memory from when my second brother (your local uncle) was born. I was six months younger than you, Koala. I don't remember much about my mama being pregnant - I'm sure you will though - but I do remember the mixed feelings at having my grandparents over,... Continue Reading →

When the kids had a sleepover

Before kids' bedtime last night, just for the hell of it, I offered Bebe to sleep on the pull-out bed from under Koala's bottom bunk. Usually she sleeps in her crib, adjacent to the massive bunk bed, which has served mainly as a hulking piece of furniture potential. She took us up on the offer. As young... Continue Reading →

Bebe update: Twenty three months

Hi B. We discovered tea parties this month. You're a natural... Not sure how you already knew to pour so well. You must get that from your father. It's all in good fun, even when you're smothering your guests with your ferocious love. Or tenderly picking flowers and crushing them in your tiny hand. You've started... Continue Reading →

Bebe update: Ten months.

Hello little nuzzle. This month felt really long. Maybe it's because I've been working my bum off at my job. Maybe because, as such, I've been doing better at appreciating every single day I get to spend with you when you guys come home from gan. Maybe it's because you're doing so many new things.... Continue Reading →

Bebe update: Five months.

My favorite thing of all time right now: No one makes Bebe laugh like Koala does. He doesn't even have to do anything major. Maybe he's wiggling his bum. Maybe he's opening and closing his mouth while staring into space. But if Bebe is there and watching, all of a sudden she's cracking up in... Continue Reading →

Bebe update: Four months.

Bebe! It's been an incredibly rough month. And none of that is your fault. But the fact that you are so... calm. And sweet. And delicious. It just melts away the challenges I've been dealing with... when I'm lucky enough to see clearly through it and find your smile behind the haze. Your laughing is... Continue Reading →

We’ve come a long way, baby.

Hey, littler one. My midwife says you're ready to roll. Or squeeze yourself out of my body, whatever. She also says I'm ready. So I guess that means this is it, huh? Needless to say, I'm really looking forward to meeting you. So is your big brother, though I apologize in advance if things are... Continue Reading →

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