Today on why we had a second kid: Every morning when he wakes up, Joe gets a waffle. Simple, right? No. Hell no. Maybe it used to be? There was a time, oh, there was …
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his waffle
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her finger
Scene: Bobbie is 23 years old. We haven’t spoken in months, maybe years, after a mostly tumultuous relationship that only got worse once the girl hit puberty, and it was all downhill from there, and …
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half thoughts
Goddess / favorite playwright and mother of three Sarah Ruhl has a book called 100 essays I don’t have time to Write and it’s brilliant and it pops into my head multiple times a week. …
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Blankets
This here’s Bobbie nestled in a blanket that her great great grandmother Leah knit for me when I was a baby. Leah is my middle name, and Leah’s daughter was Roberta, who Bobbie is named …
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priorities
There’s nothing like being up with a newborn in the middle of the night, her staring up at you with your own Eyes, to make work feel so far way. Every deadline and contract and …
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mama’s water
Joe has never been a Mama’s boy, he belongs to each of us equally, if anything it’s Morrison that’s usually making him laugh while I’m frantically getting his lunch ready, googling his snot, finding him …
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reasons I’ve cried
One of the MANY MANY THINGS they don’t tell you about what happens after you give birth, other than the fact that you won’t poop for ten years and this will cause some stress, is …
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Bob 💫
For anyone counting, hopefully no one is counting? I haven’t posted here in 5 DAYS so please revoke my perfect attendance certificate, I’ve been loyally (obsessively?) posting here every day, or at least every other …
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‘Twas the night before my C section
It’s the weirdest thing but also the BEST thing to know exactly when and how you will have your baby, like you’re going for a Genius Bar appointment. They’ll pop her out like a peach …
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Cracker
Over the last year or so, our dear buddy Cracker — our OG baby, Morrison’s best friend and caretaker before I stepped into the roles — has slowly been on the decline. Despite FOUR TIMES …