476 diapers

Today marks seven weeks of being a family of four. It feels good to clack-click my fingers along the keys of my laptop and sip some hot coffee. In May, I didn’t write on this blog. In May, I changed 476 diapers. Give or take 50 or so. I tried to keep track for...

Squat, don’t bend. Squat, don’t bend.

My poor, lazy legs are so tired of carrying around all this extra weight. They don’t want to squat down, pick up the toy and stand back up again, hoisting this growing baby and my top half back into the standing position. Those lazy legs try to trick my back...

Before it slips away…

“Are you writing this down anywhere, Sierra?” Mamoo asked me as we talked on the phone. I had just told her about one of Joslyn’s new tricks, climbing on the kitchen table. I did my best to listen to Mamoo talking, while lifting Joslyn off the chair...