Dear Popple, It’s very sweet that you want to be attached to me at all times. I know that you’re happiest when I’m holding you in my arms within grabbing distance of my hair. I like making you happy. It’s my most important job in life. But here’s the thing, Popple: My back is f***ed. […]
I can’t believe how much you have grown up in just 12 months.
This is how the Popple entered the world.
I’m sorry for not being a perfect mother. I’m working on it.
Teeth = crunchy food = delicious.
Dear Popple, It’s almost Christmas! You’re too young to really understand Christmas yet, but it’s the reason that we have a tree in our house right now. It’s also the reason you’ll be getting presents next week, despite the fact that you’re happy to play with an empty water bottle. Anyway, this whole Christmas thing […]
I will teach you about the fine American tradition of eating ALL THE FOOD.
I love you just the way you are – even though you hate sleeping.