Yesterday it was pouring.  Today the sun is shining.  I’m snuggled under a mountain of blankets while a toddler in a red knit sweater climbs all over me and kneads my mama-belly with her scritchy scratchy hands that are ungentle…

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I’m barefoot and braless in the kitchen. Hair a mess, teeth unbrushed, my glasses smudged with egg. A thirteen month old is balanced on my hip while I dip pieces of bread into eggs and drop them on a sizzling…

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This is a guest post by Mr. Nurshable. Dear Nurshable readers, As you know, these elections have had a tremendous impact on us all. The lead up has been exhausting and the result has been shocking for everyone. Mrs. Nurshable…

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​I have grown weary of some of the sensationalism surrounding cosleeping. It is nothing like allowing a child to ride in a car without a carseat. And even less like letting a baby sleep with a knife.  “You have a…

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We are packing for a road trip. Alexander has taken it upon himself to pack some car snacks. He comes up to me after putting snacks in everyone’s bag. “Mommy, there are two extras.” I am counting out diapers into…

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I am talking to my 5.5mo baby as she is playing with a toy. And I begin naming the things that are on it. And I name the lady beetle. Intentionally not using the term “bug”. Because lady beetles are…

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Isaac is watching me as I clean. I have just put the bedtime snack on the table. And rounded up my giggling children.  “Mommy, come eat with us!” He says. I am swishing water on plates with one hand while…

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Wren is on the swings.  I am pushing gently.   A little girl comes over and wants to push her too.  “Gently” I say. And she pushes her gently, slowly building up momentum until it approaches being too fast.  I…

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She stirs. Stretches. Smiles. Blows bubbles. I smile, too. And tell her good morning. “Hello.” “You are awake!” Then I ask her a question. It has always been a silly question. “Can I pick you up?” I started asking her…

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A volunteer blackberry plant in the weedy remnants of last summer’s garden.  I am looking at the little blackberry with my four year old daughter when a little skipper lands.  She squeals in happiness, her hands fly up to her…

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