The rampant heterosexism in our society has never been more clear to me than since I’ve had C.  Yes, I dress my son in blue, green, brown, black and red.  He doesn’t own any pink shirts; but when he’s old enough to pick out his clothes and tells me he wants a salmon-colored polo, I’ll let him wear it.  If he wants to wear this costume on Halloween, I’d buy it for him and proudly stand with him like this awesome mother did.  I…

There, a break in the clouds.  A ray of sunshine peeks through, softly gracing my life with its warmth.  The clouds are starting to part – not consistently, not completely, but the light is breaking through.

I’m finding great pleasure in the little things today.  The joyful sound of my son’s laugh.  The loving look in his blue eyes.  That chubby roll on his thighs.  The beautiful sight of my husband and child playing together.

I haven’t found this much beauty in my life in…

If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you may know that our family of three lives in quite a small space.  I’ve blogged about the challenges of small spaces and products that make life easier.…

If you’re a parent, then you know the wrath that daylight savings time brings.  Pre-parenthood (P.P.), I loved daylight savings time.  P.P., it meant that I could get an extra hour of sleep.  P.P., it was glorious.

Now we have C, who likes to wake up between 5:30 and 7:30 every morning.  There was a distinct possibility that he could have woken up at 4:30 this morning.  Thankfully…he waited until 6:30.

Daylight savings time mixed with teething provided for a very crabby child…