Death becomes your companion when you pop a bun. It lurks around outlets, it seeps through the water in the tub, it creeps under the tangled blanket in the crib, it hides in the slightly …

A few weeks ago I realized I was completely losing my mind, so I called up Grandma and asked if we could arrange a time each week when she could take the bun and I …

I went to my neighbor’s house yesterday for the mother’s Kaffee Klatch. I was imagining the idyllic maternal Valhalla that I discovered a couple of weeks ago, complete with wine and melon and a desire …

It took me a while to figure out where it was coming from. I would hear it, and I’d look around, and it would stop. Then, because I have the attention span of a mosquito …

It seems impossible that one can be nostalgic for a time that was less than a year earlier, but my husband and I were looking through pictures last night, and discovered quite to our chagrin …

The best thing about teething is that after these four teeth, there are sixteen more to follow.
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I took an infant CPR class today, and I feel fairly confident that I am prepared to kick myself after being faced with an emergency, panicking, and hating myself because I couldn’t remember what the …

I went to a mother’s group yesterday which marks the chapter in which most of the people I talk to have progeny because otherwise I wouldn’t talk to anyone at all.
But it was very nice, …

And, lo, there was a heavy Sleep upon the horizon, and the Bun did resist. And he did rend his clothing and fight against the Sleep as though it were his enemy, and did pull …

Really, shouldn’t there be a moratorium on the number of teeth that can arrive in any two-week period? Like, no more than two?
Doesn’t it seem a little cruel for all parties involved to squeeze four …

A couple of days ago, when I was jocularly admonishing the bun, I said, “Duuuude.” And he laughed. So I said it again: “D00d.” He laughed even harder.
“Duuuuude.” The laughing was off the scale: he …

The little dumpling has two shiny white teeth now, poking through his upper gum. I’ll never set eyes on his sweet, toothless grin again. In the last few weeks, as I’ve been rapidly aging due …

The last few weeks have proven beyond any shadow of a doubt that parenthood is the hardest job I’ve ever done. I think about other parents’ situations: being a single parent; poverty; working full time …

I keep reading “Goodnight Moon” to the bun, but he doesn’t know what the hell the moon looks like because he’s always asleep before it gets dark.
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