The other day I was talking to my mother-in-law while Holden was napping twenty feet away and I realised it was LITERALLY (the real literally, not the hipster kind) the first time in four days that he had been farther … Continue reading
I have lost count of the times people have seen Holden in the store and commented on what a beautiful baby girl I have. It happened once Tuesday and again today, and that was just this week. I never take … Continue reading
Every night I sing Holden a series of songs as I nurse him to sleep. Always in the lineup is a little song with the letters of his name set to a particular tune, in the hopes that if I … Continue reading
Holden is the sweetest thing. He’s very similar in disposition as Hutch as a baby, except maybe slightly fussier and more dramatic. I guess he has a right to be that way because look at what he has to put … Continue reading
Holden. At 5 months he has zero teeth (a fact which brings me great joy, because I am obsessed with his gummy little grin and I know that once he gets teeth he’ll start going through that weird-looking phase that all … Continue reading
Bloom where you are planted, they say. How about bloom when you are planted. It’s weird having two kids. And hard. I feel like too many instagrammers make motherhood seem just joyful and blissful and heavenly all the time, and it’s weighing … Continue reading
Let me be clear on one crucial point: the first word my sweet baby Holden heard on his earthly existence was shit. More specifically, SHIT. Okay, fine: SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! He looked so much like Hutch when he was first born we … Continue reading