Laurel is always making something. Today, I feel compelled to share two of those things.

Laurel recently wrote a letter to Buddy (aka Cake Boss) after watching Next Great Baker a couple of weeks ago (my bad, I still need to get this letter in the mail). I asked her if I could post the letter and . . . → Read More: Cake & Penguins

This weekend I fed Violet a bottle for the first time. Ever. She’s almost 10 months old, so that probably sounds completely crazy, but given that I’ve been nursing, I’ve always passed the bottle to someone else.

People were so incredibly supportive when I posted about my internal struggles with feeding Violet SnuggleMilk, so I . . . → Read More: The First Bottle

I know the universe is driving the bus, yet I’m still amazed by how it put some of my life list items front and center in the last month. Here’s some crazy awesome stuff that happened:

1. In December I crossed #3 (Take my Mom on some kind of fun adventure/vacation) off my list, inspired by a . . . → Read More: Life Lists Work in Mysterious Ways

Last week Laurel asked me to make a stocking for Violet to match the ones I made for our family of three a couple of years ago. As I rooted around my fabric bag to see what felt pieces I had kicking around (key requirement of my design was to make do with whatever I had . . . → Read More: Crafty Signs From the Universe

At first this was going to be a post about what seemed like a multi-pronged attempt by a guy at a local music shop to thwart my attempts to play music again. In a nutshell, I told the music store guy that I wanted to learn to play mandolin (same tuning as violin, I figured it . . . → Read More: Musical Rebirth. Complete With a Crack.

When Violet was born, I was vexed by the persistence of formula companies. I tossed the frequent mailings and coupons in the recycling. I returned the welcome gift that our pediatrician’s office gave me — a formula gift pack, oddly bestowed upon me after they asked whether I was nursing and I said yes. I stuck . . . → Read More: Maybe Formula Should Be Called SnuggleMilk

The most common misunderstanding I hear repeated about Twitter is that all people ever do is tweet about what they ate for lunch. Not wishing to contribute to this misnomer, instead, I will dedicate a blog post to lunch.

Why? Because in an ideal world, I like to be mindful while I’m eating my lunch — savoring . . . → Read More: A Week of Perfect Lunches