So one of my love languages is “Gifts.” And it used to really annoy me. Because growing up, my parents loved that book “The Five Love Languages.” You know the one: the famous one. Where that guy divides everyone’s expression of love into: quality time, words of affirmation, acts of
Privy To: I’ve seen how you sometimes creep solemnly to the bathroom mirror. Heels brushing the hexagonal tiles, swish swash, like dead leaves atop a hiding place. I’ve watched as you search your own eyes. (they move so fast.) Almost like a shiver. Your breath quickens.
I am excited to share our new diapering station and clothes storage system for Violet! Around 11-months-old, she became very frustrated with our changing table, rolling and lunging and basically scaring the sh*t out of me, so I decided to: 1. move diapering to the floor where she could be
So recently I told my husband the best blog post idea I’ve ever had. I felt like a f*ckin’ sage. I felt like I was about to change people’s worldviews. Like anything could happen. Like I could be featured on the cover of the New York Times: “Young Ohio Mom
I spend a lot of time thinking about my daughter’s home environment: How to keep her safe, how to store her toys, how to promote independence, how to foster peace… And I spend a lot of time preparing my husband’s home environment: Little things like, fresh sheets, his favorite baked
March Ten months ago, I had a baby. (Nineteen. months ago, I got pregnant with a baby.) And I recently joked with my husband… And he laughed. Hunched over his dive-bar burger, looking at me with that crinkly-eyed smile in a way that showed his whole heart agreed. And I