This morning I found a sock in my pocket. It made me smile because it was Boo Boo’s sock. We went out for a little stroll the night before to take advantage of the nice weather and his newfound bipedalism. Just me, Boo Boo and his sock. Boo Boo loves his socks. He loves taking... Continue Reading →
Tiny Hands
It is sad that tiny hands are now associated with Donald Trump's obsession with penis size. But I'm working to change that with this these pictures of Boo Boo's tiny hands. Boo Boo's tiny hands bring so much joy. He discovered his hands at around two months and they've been in action ever since. They... Continue Reading →
Gaga Connie
Gaga Connie is Jer-bear's grandma. I did not know that Connie was short for Constance until I went to her funeral. Connie was 92 when she passed away in Florida, and this Friday she was laid to rest in Connecticut as snow softly accumulated under a velvet grey sky. She was buried in a plot... Continue Reading →
Tequila Sunset
Nina and I knew we were the weirdos at the bar. There were folks with neck tattoos, more piercings than fingers, and waxed mustaches. But we were the weirdos. Less than twenty minutes prior we were at the Brooklyn Children's Museum, a more natural habitat for mothers and their offspring, a place where parents can... Continue Reading →
Welcome To The Milk Bar
Welcome to the milk bar! We've got antibiotic-free milk from a free-roaming Brooklyn mom. Now which one of these things can I use store it? Did you guess all of them? Wow, you're right! As long as it has a lid and it's not rusty or contained water samples from the Gowanus Canal, I will... Continue Reading →
Please Don’t Lick the Taxi
My son is a Brooklyn native. My partner (known as Jer-bear for the purposes of this blog) and I have been living here longer than he has, but he’s still the native Brooklynite. But most of Boo Boo’s first three months of life were spent at my mom's house in Kansas City, where, full disclosure,... Continue Reading →
Please Don't Lick the Taxi 