OBoy Category


we’re laughing with, not at him

We’ve been practicing a new word around here in preparation for May, but every.single.time. I try to catch it on film OBaby plays dumb. This time I  got about half of the word at the beginning of recording, and then at one point a little later I’m pretty sure he said it while burying his… Read more »


the birth story, part 2

You should probably go grab some organic greenbeans and hummus; this is a long one. So long, in fact, that I considered making it 2 installments, but because I’m just so nice and because I swear I’m not actually trying to be dooce, who is presently blogging about her natural childbirth in 3 parts, I… Read more »


the birth story, part 1

I have been working on this post a lot for the last two weeks, partially because OBaby’s birth was so wonderful that I find myself fighting the urge to tell the lady behind me in the check-out at Target about it, and partially because I’m struggling to tell the story of my natural child birth… Read more »