Twos and turkey
I remember when Owen was about two years old, his pediatrician sent him to get his growth plates X-rayed. He had just been in for a well-child checkup, and when she plotted his height and weight on the curve — well, it wasn’t a curve anymore, it was a straight line, and it was pointed […]
No Poo vs Poo Poo
Reporting live from Baby Jail! It’s kind of like irish handcuffs, only with a baby instead of two pints of Guinness.
Molly is a sweet little darling dolly Mollywog. I call her Molly Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo, and sometimes Doodle and sometimes Cricket. She smiles easily and — AND! I forget to tell you! — she has slept through […]









