One day last fall, I was sitting in the kitchen, looking around the first floor of our house at baskets of LEGOS and blocks and drawers overflowing with trucks and tractors. I thought, “We need a playroom.” We have lots of storage on our main floor, but at the end of the day, it always looked like a toy explosion, with every drawer and cabinet emptied of its colorful contents and strewn across the room.
My word for this year is ACTION. Because sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in dreams and planning and the day-to-day activities of life and never actually take action. In the past, I’ve had a hard time posting regularly because I needed every post to be perfect. And that’s why I have so many…
I had planned on writing a longer, more thoughtful Christmas post, wrapping up all of my feelings about this season, this year. But here we are, on the 26th, and I’m scrambling to piece together a few words while Theo takes his afternoon nap.
I can’t wait for Christmas this year! I’m writing this over the Thanksgiving holiday from sunny Arizona, where we are here visiting friends. But as soon as we get home, we’re launching into full Christmas mode. Many of my favorite childhood memories come from Christmases past, and few of them involve presents, except for the…
If you’re a regular here, you know that food is a big part of our life. So, I was keeping my fingers crossed that Theo would be a good eater. And boy, is he ever! He wants to eat anything we’re eating, whether it’s avocado toast or pulled pork or ice cream. We have to…
When we announced we were having a baby, we received many comments along the lines of, “I guess your traveling days are over!” Not a chance. When we decided to expand our family, we did so with the intention of continuing to travel as much, if not more, than before baby. We’re not naive;…
I’m writing this post from France, with a sleeping baby happily napping in his travel crib in the next room. Every time I put Theo to bed and he drifts quickly off to sleep, I am grateful. Grateful to my husband, for his perseverance; grateful to Theo, for being so willing to change; and grateful…
When we decided to have a baby, we always intended to keep on traveling, going on adventures and exploring our world. It was just luck or providence that gave us a baby as curious about that world as we are.
When Theo was born, he spit up quite a bit and was very gassy. He didn’t spit up enough to be diagnosed with reflux, but enough that I was concerned that something in my diet was bothering him. When it comes to food sensitivities in your breastfed baby, it can be a frustrating process to diagnose…
When I was in labor with Theo, Elie timed my contractions for me on an app we had downloaded to our iPhones–how long they lasted and how far apart they were. At some point, well into labor, our doula suggested that we might not need to time the contractions anymore.
