I hate carpets. In fact, I hate all things upholstered. If an item cannot be easily washed, it has no place in my life right now. Having said that, I love anything that I can toss in the washer (and ideally the dryer too). This is not to say I like all the piles of … Continue reading This is why we can’t have nice things.
Notice anything different? That’s right, words by kathleen is now feather & pine. What’s that all about?
Just a quick post to wish all you amazing mama’s out there a Happy Mother’s Day! I know about all those many seemingly small things you do on the daily. How you try to prepare for all possible scenarios every time you leave the house with kids in tow. Or when your kids are with … Continue reading Happy (belated) Mother’s Day!
Peanut’s two parents--before she was born-- Wished and they waited for years on and on, For a sweet little bundle to call all their own. A babe just like Peanut, to fill up their home. They visited doctors, nutritionists, friends. They even asked stranger’s advice they could lend. They Googled and read every book that … Continue reading Modern parenting.
A few weeks back, I found myself lamenting (not for the first time) that Finn and I still lacked a nursing schedule. By 5 months, Leni and I had an established routine locked down. Finn just turned 15 months and it's still a bit of a free-for-all. It's been on my mind to put some … Continue reading Daytime Weaning
My daughter is four today (FOUR!). Maybe it’s the fact that she’ll be starting junior kindergarten in the fall or maybe it’s just the developmental shift that’s unfolding before me daily, but that number sounds monumental. I can’t sum her up in a neat little paragraph or chapter. Maybe a book? But I’d be wrapping … Continue reading Hello four!
Around 6am each morning, a tinny rolling cry breaks through the monitor rousing me from my dreamstate. Finn is ready to start another day. A peak at the screen shows a black and white pixelated bundle with reflective eyes. I groggily pad over to his room. When I enter, he reaches his little fists up … Continue reading My alarm clock.