• Drinks to diapers (a poem)

    Remember when being up at four meant shaking your thing on the dance floor? And the only bottles in your sight were filled with vodka, gin and Bud Light? You knew all the words to every hit song. Now it’s mostly kiddie sing-a-longs. Dining out came with no fear of…

  • Was it this hard for Michael Phelps’ mother?

    I hereby apologize to my son for squandering his hopes of being an Olympic swimmer at the age of one.

  • Back to bedsharing

    For the first 3 months (give or take), my baby would only sleep in bed with me. Correction: He would only sleep on top of me in bed. This made my own sleeping situation a bit challenging, but as any new mother will tell you, you do what you can…

  • Diaper free woes, or its fun to poop on the carpet

    My baby pooped on the carpet three times this morning. It is as if he knew the carpet was being cleaned today, and he wanted to give the folks at Stanley Steemer a run for their money (They did great, by the way.)