It’s official: we no longer have a rolling Stone.  We now have a full-fledged crawler, albeit army crawling–the kid gets everywhere he wants to go. E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E. We took Number 4 in for a 6 month well-check yesterday, and the doc confirmed the 20 lb. little munchkin was 3-4 months ahead of schedule in motor skills and general readiness in all things boy. Relief: We thought we were losing our minds, feeling like we skipped an entire stage of babyhood! Panic: Baby-proof the house! Put up the gate! Clean up the Legos! Get the dog hair out of his mouth! In spite of the current chaos of loud (yes, he also screeches Teradacktal style) and mobility, I’ve been feeling super sentimental about the toddler stage replacing the baby. Who knows if he’s our last, but I still find myself clinging to every moment of every day with this little one. I […]

Dear MaMa, Thank you for making such rich meals that send me into a milk coma. And for talking sweet to me in the middle of the night. For sacrificing some leisurely freedoms in order to keep me on schedule. For kissing my neck even though it’s often stinky from being a “cheese factory.” For shielding me from the rough and tumble games and the thundering noises as my brothers circle around me all day long. For singing to me. And for the ice cream you had earlier. –Stone Dear Stone, It’s my pleasure. I’m your MaMa. –MaMa