Dear Gibson, I have been putting this letter off for a while. Just a smidge too long. Because I’m in denial that you’re growing up. As much as I don’t want to admit it…you’re not a baby anymore. You stand … Continue reading
Dear Gibson, You’ve been on the outside as long as your were on the inside! Congrats! And congrats to me and your father for keeping you alive. Phew. Seriously, you’re out to kill yourself it seems. You crawl EVERYWHERE. The … Continue reading
Dear Gibson, Didn’t I just hit the publish button on your six month letter? Now that the summer is over, it’s like time has sped up. And you are just growing like a weed which adds to the sense of time … Continue reading
Dear Gibson, SIX MONTHS! I can’t believe you’re already six months old. You’re not a newborn at all these days. You’re a little person with preferences and opinions. You don’t like green beans or sweet potatoes. You LOVE squash and … Continue reading
“Brown bear, brown bear, what do you see?” If you haven’t read this book to your kid by now, you must not live in America. It’s just a classic in my neck of the woods. And the best/worst part is … Continue reading
Dear Gibson, Let’s just get this one out of the way. TEETHING. You’re doing it. You started at around two months. There’s now a white bump under your bottom gums, and it’s torturing you. I hate it so much for … Continue reading
Imagine if you will… A woman in the children’s section of the library. She is struggling with a diaper bag and a canvas tote while trying to check out age-appropriate board books and CDs for her son. The child she … Continue reading
Thankfully this post isn’t about losing a child. At least not in the physical sense. Everything is still A-OK and on track with this pregnancy, thank the stars. I just want to talk a little bit about how I felt … Continue reading
Hungry For Motherhood 