We pierced your ears last weekend, a gift and milestone for your eighth year. You sat straight and still, without so much as a flinch,...

“a weekly portrait of my children in 2014” liam //Although you’re intuitive, articulate, and well-read, you love to play. I love this mixture in you...

(photo credit: Kristen | Fidelis Studio) Every other year after age 5, we give each of our kiddos the option of a birthday gift or...

Blythe, this last year as I watched you shoot out of your lingering baby chubs and try to bite apples with missing front teeth, I...

Dear Blythe and Olive: As your crayons, markers, and paints, we wanted to commend you for the passionate and endless ways you have used us....

Parenthood is so consuming. We scour books, searching for some sort of direction and instruction; we probe friends and family, discussing disappointments and achievements alike, gleaning...

As some of you already know, Blythe took a tire swing (carrying Liam) to the face LL Cool J style last week. Convinced her tooth...

This one is for the lot of you who so patiently keep returning here to our poor, neglected blog. Yes, you, who regularly request by...

This last year I often told people, “someone should write a book paralleling toddlers and teenagers.” Both stages, somehow awkardly trapped in the continuum of...

Blythe woke me up the other night at some point between Olive’s 10pm and 2am feeding asking if I could put on her pink cowboy boots...