…lots of it.


she’s feisty this one; like a kitten. a wild kitten. she’s the girl i always wanted, and then some. funny thing is, she was so mellow when she was a baby. really. she would hang out and sleep and eat and poop and then sleep some more. i could count on just my fingers the rough nights we had her first 6 months; which is to say, not many.

she is such a girl. and i don’t mean in the “everything must be pink” or “please refer to me as princess” kind of girl…no. (this is a child, after all, who names one of her favorite colors as black). i mean in the “just because i like it doesn’t mean i want it” or “just because i said it doesn’t mean i meant it” kind of way. she kind of takes that whole idea of it being a woman’s right to change her mind to a whole new level. she makes you work.

i wish i were more like her; i do not doubt that her attitude will serve her well in life. 

i love you, my sweet and spicy “miss do”. happy third birthday.

one day old:

1 day

one year old:

1 yr

two years old:

2 yrs subway

(talking to herself on the subway like every other crazy person in this city)

and now, three:


yes, that is leopard print. ’nuff said.

MHNS cupcake

enjoy the cake porn.


3 candle cake



sugar high

so many cupcakes, so little time:

a certain 6 year old i know made out very well this week on the cupcake front. and i had fun, too. (i wish i could take credit for the middle ones, but alas, cannot). now i get a 3 week respite, and then it starts all over again for a certain about-to-be 3 year old i know. oh yum.

…and oh my. i’d better make sure i get to the gym between batches.


six years ago today my life completely changed. for ever. for good. at 3:06 on the morning of october 7, 2002, i gave birth to my first child. a perfect, beautiful little boy. six and a half pounds, nineteen or so inches. tiny. huge.

i had no idea what i was in for. neither the crushing love i’d feel for this being i’d never before met – nor the crushing exhaustion that accompanies it. (i have never been so tired in my life. i never even thought it possible to be so tired. so trite, but soooo true. you mamas know what i’m talking about).

and today, he’s 6. six. SIX. my first baby is six and i am floored by that. i am writing this  as i sit next to him in the kitchen. he’s putting together a 482 piece lego set that he got for his birthday. we’re hanging out. it’s so cool.

happy birthday, bug. i love you endlessly.

one day old:

one year old:

two years old:

three years old:

four years old:

five years old:

and now, six:

pinch me

so this morning – is it possible? – both kids were dropped off at their schools, i got to go to the new cafe, have a cappuccino in peace, come home, do laundry, bake cupcakes for tomorrow, and had time to do a quick post.

am i dreaming? could it really be?


i’ll make you a statement,

an offer of the heart

for you to clutch

once the rush of this day is through.

it is this:

that i will walk beside you,

as we stumble through this life, 

in Love;

and i will stay there, if you’ll wait up for me, through all that it brings.

-september 26, 1998


happy anniversary, honey. i love you.

first impressions

first grade. the first day of preschool. so far, so good.

two-plus years ago some friends of ours from the ‘hood moved away. to vermont. we were all sad. real sad. we threw them a big farewell (in martha’s apartment, actually). they came down a few months later for one reason or another, but that was the last most of us saw of them. vermont is pretty far. especially with little kids who really hate car seats.

but a few weeks ago, t-man & i packed up the kidlets and headed north for a visit. we were a little nervous – miss thing still doesn’t last long in her seat. plus, we hadn’t seen these folks for nearly 2 years…what if we had nothing to talk about? yipes.

we needn’t have worried: it was a great trip (well, aside from the whole car seat thing). we had plenty to talk about with our old friends, and the kids played together like they see each other every day.

we met the new baby, 

hung out, played,

ate bread, rode bikes, 

painted toe nails, 

worked on the plumbing

ran around an empty building 

and generally continued our friendship as if no time had passed. very nice. almost too nice? it stinks that they live so far away…tho it does give us a heck of a reason to go to vermont in the summer! but we missed them the moment we left. the boy cried for the first 10 or 15 miles of the trip home. (he is, after all, going to marry their eldest). we were all pretty bummed that we had to leave them behind. will it be a year before we can see them again? sigh.

we miss you guys. 

and thanks for the pep talk, julie. i needed it and it really helped. you know what i’m talking about. love you.