Jack asked to hold the baby today. And then my heart exploded. He did really well. God knows why he wanted to do it suddenly today, but he kept insisting “Hold baby, hold baby” and holding out his chubby arms. So we sat him on the couch and put Liam in his arms. Jack cradled…
One Sentence Story – The Smile
A squinty-eyed newborn smile is an addictive drug for a tired momma. You may want to watch this with the sound on mute.
The Faded Yellow Pajamas
There are just a handful of baby clothes that I will not be handing down to one of my siblings when one of them has a boy. (Odds are in my favor. I do have four siblings, and I’m fairly certain all four of them are interested in procreating one day, though none are anywhere…
Summer
This morning Liam slept on my chest. I watched his uneven newborn breathing – now fast, now slow. Squeak, sigh, groan – flail the arms, relax. He waved one arm around violently until it landed on my neck and he felt my skin, and then he spread his tiny palm and held it there. He…
Parents of Multiples – I Salute You
We’ve finally begun to venture forth, now that Li-Li (the goopy name I seem to like calling him) is approaching a month old. Each outing requires a pack of competent adults to just barely manage these two children. But every trip, I get a little better at figuring out how to do it, and eventually…