Since Ben has been taking over the blog of late, I thought I’d balance it out by highlighting the cuteness of Bella and Sophie. 1. Not the Mama! When Bella and Sophie play Bella is always the baby and Sophie is the mama. It always throws me...
Since we’ve been talking about nursing here this week, it seems like an appropriate time to dust this piece off that’s been waiting a couple of weeks for me to finish it. I don’t remember how I ended up there; but recently I found...
This one came as a birthday present for Bella, courtesy of my parents, who chose it from our Amazon wish list. (Thanks, Mom and Dad!) I’m sure this grabbed my eye because I’d just finished reading The Dangerous World of Butterflies...
My plan did work. I woke at 5:30 this morning and got Ben out of bed, still asleep. He latched on easily and nursed in his sleep for a good 45 minutes before the girls got up and really woke him. When he did wake at around his usual time, he was in...
So after much emotional upheaval about Ben’s refusal to nurse this morning, I expressed a little milk and got him to drink a few ounces from a glass. Not the taste then. He was mad at me for expressing it but wouldn’t nurse, just...
In the past week or so Ben has been refusing to nurse more and more often. I sit down at one of his usual times and he starts to scream at me as if affronted by the very suggestion. For a few days it seemed to focus more on the right side than on...
Finally the mystery is solved! We’ve been wondering for a long time now why Sophie (and Bella too) would say “ballerina” when she put something on her head: a book, a pillow, a basket. Later as her vocabulary grew a bit more...
He was born in Florence in 1515. At the age of eighteen he went to Rome, and earned his living as a tutor. He undertook much-needed charitable work among the young men of the city, and started a brotherhood to help the sick poor and pilgrims. ...
What strange bird is perched in my peach tree? Tonight at bedtime Bella declared that today was “a fun day”. When I asked her why, she answered that it was because we went for a walk. Kind of sad that we do it so infrequently it makes...
from the Anchoress. I love the way she frames this: Our society loves time-travel stories. We love to tease the notion that one change in the time-continuum can have drastic and far-reaching consequences, even for peripheral characters, and for...
