Cody, Stella and I were all over at Cooper's house the other day while his parents enjoyed a date night, an event that Cooper (Stella's best bud and play-date companion) refers to as an "update," which really makes sense if you think about two parents going out and spending time together away from their one-year-old.… Continue reading Put me back together.
I remember one day, having been home from college for a brief stint, my mother, who is a pretty wonderful kick-ass character, sensed that I was not doing so well. She drove me back to school, and as I reluctantly got out of the car, she suddenly put her hand on my arm and said,… Continue reading What would my mom and Kevin Garnett do?
I have somehow neglected to mention that Stella is now enjoying dairy. Holy cow! Yep, it appears that Stella has outgrown her cow's milk protein intolerance. Or, who knows, maybe she never had it and something else in my milk was bothering her--like toxic waste. Toxic waste from my boobs. We may never know. I'm… Continue reading Cow’s milk and other assorted beverages
Stella turned one on Monday. I should probably say something really profound and eloquent and heartfelt but all I keep thinking to myself is "HOLY SHITBALLS!" Over and over and over. Okay, I'll say that after 12 mind-blowing months, it feels like heaven to see her thriving, running, throwing, walking, laughing, smiling, waving, chowing, bye-bye-ing… Continue reading Stella Enters Single Digits