The Second Man Cub

Penny was Megan’s first child.  And then the first man cub was born and poor Penny was so put out that Megan went and rescued another puppy named Ray just for her.  Now that the second man cub has arrived, Penny is looking a little pathetic again. She went up to her room to sulk…

Keeping it Real

Sam and I have lived in close proximity to at least one of our parents since we got married and are no more than a two hour drive away from any of them.  Our game plan was to stay close: we both had grandparents that lived far away when we were growing up.  The bonus…

More than Enough

First birthdays here in the US are often accompanied by a big party to celebrate not just baby’s first year of life but a Mom and Dad’s first year as parents.  We cast invitations far and wide, blow out a single candle and sing.  We let babies eat cake, cheering wildly as they make a…

The Power of Three

When the first one came our newborn shoot was quiet, still, reflective.  I was a new mom back then too. When the second one came there was activity and movement, it wasn’t so quiet nor pensive during his newborn shoot. By baby #3, it was a full on busy and bustling household in motion.  We…

Blossoms Part 2 (with some fluff)

This week has really been all about puppy pose.  I’ve been taking yoga again for the first time in about 10 years, which means that child’s pose is actually my jam right now.  (I’m so sore!)  But puppy pose came up again last night as I watched my son drop to all fours, front leaned…

Blossoms, Part 1

The Maryland neighborhood of Kenwood is almost as popular a tourist attraction as the Tidal Basin during DC’s brief cherry blossom season.  Vehicle traffic is closed and parking restricted during peak weekends, permitting waves of people to walk along cherry blossom lined streets and parks.  Neighborhood children set up  lemonade stands outside their houses and…

A DC area promise

Every year there’s a warm snap late in February here in DC.  All the moms are on the playground, the kids who aren’t ordinarily wearing shorts year round are wearing shorts and an airy buzz about the cusp of spring is jumping off everyone’s tongue. I raise my face to the warm sun, take it…