Some people revere Confucius and quote his wise words to shape their lives. Growing up, we quoted the immortal advice of my great-grandmother: "Don't pick at it." These days in our house, we quote the wisdom of Mrs Tania. Tania is my son Jackson's teacher at school, and I hope someday we'll be best friends... Continue Reading →
The Rain in Spain
My sons were both born early, Jackson was born at 37 weeks and Archer at 36, so when neither of them were reaching their milestones on the parenting books' schedule I reminded myself they were early, so their age was a bit fuzzy. Jackson should reach his milestones three weeks later than the books predicted,... Continue Reading →
Fighter
This is my first born. He is the light in my days, the warmth in my heart, and he has taught me things about myself I never would have known if I had never met him. And, he is a fighter. Loyal readers will remember a recent post about a classmate biting Jackson, and... Continue Reading →
Call of the Wild
Today started like many others: get Jackson to school so I can run down south to the pediatrician for Archer's well visit (6 months!), go to the store to buy staples, pick up Jackson, etc. Archer's well visit was successful and he is a healthy little cuddle bug despite being on the short side, though... Continue Reading →
SanctiMommy
Whenever I drop off and pick up Jackson and see the other moms dressed for work, I feel guilty. Like, what am I doing all day that I need to take my son to school three days a week? Soon after Archer was born, Jack's teacher asked when Archer would be joining them at school... Continue Reading →
