Inspiration

  • Rat Trap

    Today Annabelle made a “rat trap.” She took a ball of yarn from my knitting baskets and wrapped various things around her room until she had made what looked like a giant spider web. She had a whole plan for the hole the rat needed to go into and she enlisted Henry to hang onto…

  • Succinct

    I was lying next to Henry at naptime and feeling very open and all-loving and just reveling in the deep reverence I feel for being able to participate in the lives of these little beings. I have to say, when I smell Henry’s neck, it is poetry. That baby smell, that rose petal soft skin,…

  • Centerfold

    It was a sunny afternoon in 1984 when my mouth dropped open in shock. I was perusing my local bookshop in my little town in Utah when I stumbled upon a calendar full of shirtless men, and as I turned the pages, I screamed when I saw Mr. December. It was my cousin David, wearing…

  • Baby Talk

    The other night Henry woke up at 3am, rearin’ to go and play. He insisted George take him to play, but he was being so loud, chitchatting up a storm, that he woke up all of us. A storm came and we listened to the thunder and watched the lightning flash through our bedroom and…

  • Budding Picasso

    We were so tired this morning I wanted to sleep for five more minutes, so when Henry awakened and started puling on my nose, I said, “Annabelle, can you babysit Henry for five minutes?” Then they started wrestling and laughing hysterically. He was rolling on top of her and she yelled, “Mommy! This isn’t babysitting!…