The Poo adores her baby brother, despite some rather pointed comments about his ability to interfere with her activities—like, say, her absolutely urgent need to watch “Imagination Movers” at precisely the moment when I am placing the almost-sleeping boy in his crib.
She never misses an opportunity to lavish him with physical affection, most of it [...]

I had a bit of a meltdown this morning, when, after I just finished telling my husband how I never get any time to myself, I had to feed Shaggy Boy clad only in my underpants.
Mr. C was at his office, doing something too silly to even mention. He asked permission and I granted it, [...]

There is a dead fly on my window sill.
I noticed it Saturday, before I answered the phone to hear the pediatrician’s nurse telling me to bundle Shaggy up and get him to the office right now.
I knew the fly was there, even as I packed the diaper bag frantically for the hospital stay. That fly [...]

My mom left Thursday afternoon, in a rush.
All of a sudden she decided she needed to get home, to attend to her pressing business there. It was a wise decision, but it was a lot like pulling off a bandage all at once.
We said our final goodbyes in my driveway, raindrops falling on our faces, [...]

I am honored indeed to host Binky, of 24/7, today, as my guest poster. Binky was one of my very first reads, and I never, ever miss one of her posts. Someday I’ll be buying her novel, and I can’t wait.

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In celebration of our mutual status as mothers of three-year-old daughters and just-born boys, I [...]

You’re going to think that I didn’t give birth, since all I write about is The Poo.
I did, indeed, give birth to a son, and I have the scar to prove it. He is a darling little boy who is as good as gold so far. I’m smitten with him, but we’re still getting to [...]

The Poo: (watches the boy getting a diaper change) Mommy, I don’t like to look at Shaggy’s round part.
Mommy: The round part?
The Poo: (pointing) Yeah. That. His round part.
Mommy: That’s called his penis.
The Poo: I don’t like to look at his penis.
Mommy: That’s OK, then just don’t look at it.
The Poo: I don’t like penises.
Daddy: [...]