Worst. Vacation. Ever.

It goes down in history as the worst case of The Christmas Cold ever. Our idyllic New England holiday was darkened by the combination of a wretched virus and about twelve inches of snow. The first day was supposed to start with my husband taking our son to the last...

bio-hazard

I have fallen hard from the high of toilet success and the beginning brightness of some decent nights of sleep have been utterly destroyed. We have managed to maintain a good nighttime routine, but the sniffling and coughing are landing him in our bed somewhere...
Navigating a Rough Road

Navigating a Rough Road

“You have a heart on your shirt Mommy?” My two-and-a-half-year-old son asked me the other day. I looked down at my “I hate cancer” t-shirt. “Actually, it’s a heart turned upside-down. My shirt says, ‘I don’t like cancer.’” And because I couldn’t bear to hear him ask,...