You can show me how old you are on your fingers. You know both your addresses. And you've just learned to blow bubbles (though the c...

I used to write unpublished treatises to the year gone, just before it slipped away. Catalogues o...

This will undoubtedly be the final cataloguing of the boy's words, as he is acquiring them so rapidly that it will soon defy my reco...

Today he is 15 months old. Sometimes I wish he'd stayed smaller longer. (And to those who say it goes too fast, try witnessing your...

We had a follow-up appointment earlier this week with the Children's Hospital paediatrician, who asked me how many words Ellery says. ...

I have hovered here a few times lately and not known where to start. I have fallen off the blogging horse. Given in to tiredness, end-of-day...

        And then he was one! The Grands, Nana and Uncle R congregated for a weekend of birthday festivities. ...

After months of frustrated dribbly chomping, it seemed like it would never arrive. And then it finally came through! A few days shy of ei...

So I've mentioned before that E is big for his age. Even for his birth (not gestational) age. He's a few days shy of eight months o...

The last week and a half back on the island has been wholly good. Awesome even. And - halleluljah - I can't recall a low point. Most a...

I can't believe we have a six-month old! (Six and half now... but meh.) Who should be only four months... and is , gestationally, s...

Just back from eight days in the Vegas. E and I travelled over on our own and K joined us after four days - our first real time apart with...

My aspiration to write here more regularly (dare I declare, weekly) has wafted into the babyland ether. Then there was an app without a ...

This Christmas was my first with K's family, and our first with the boy, who celebrated five months (three months gestation) yesterday ...