When Moira was little and we lived in our apartment she wanted nothing more than to go outside. Breakfast wouldn’t be finished before the lobbying began: “Owwside?” “Owwside!” “Owwside?” “Owwside!” She would follow me around chanting that word over and over again with the same cadence – once a question, remedy then a demand. “Owwside?” “Owwside!” “Owwside?” “Owwside!” I remember… Read more →
Tag: Moira
Happy Halloween
The pumpkin is carved, symptoms the candy is ready and our little McGonagall is having a nap right now to get ready for her first real Halloween. More photos to come later. Read more →
The more to love – the more to lose
I was going through my drafts folder and found this post that, stomach as far as I can tell, I never posted. I wrote it in July 2009 and updated it because it is even more applicable today. ******************* Ever since I was a little girl I’ve had this bizarre fear that someday the Universe is going to royally fuck… Read more →
This baby is huge!
No wonder I am exhuasted – all she wants to do is eat! Pure cream people. Pure. Cream. Read more →
I’m not proud of myself (potty talk)
My friend Jen wrote a post the other day about bribing her toddler to get him to potty train and as much as I am against the whole bribing/over-praising culture we are raising our children in (a whole post in itself right there) I too have succumbed to bribing Moira to get her to sit on the potty. She loves… Read more →