Welp, Paul walked today. First at school, then at home, then again and again. We’d seen one or two unsteady steps and then toppling into the target, but this was four steps, five, plus lots of standing steady in place. Then as we were signing off a call with Granddad and Susu, he flaps his little hand at the camera and distinctly says, “Ba Ba!” So we’re going to call it his first word, too. (Bryan’s got his version and a video on his blog.)

Big day, the 27th of July! If he’d come on time, he’d be just about a year old.



I’ll know the kids have reached a developmental milestone the day they don’t stuff every morsel of fruit into their mouths before even considering a bite of something else on their plates. I swear Paul just inhaled tonight and disappeared a whole pile of peaches.



I’d just like to note and celebrate that both (all) of our children sleep through the night, in the same room. We’re exiting the crazy little-baby years. A moment to appreciate the progress before we’re swept up in the next round of challenges.


sous the clean-up crew

Not only does she clean the floor of edible debris discarded by babies, Sous motivates us to clear the dinner table as soon as we leave it. Because if we don’t, she will eat: the leftover food off our plates, the rest of the pizza out of the box, the little cup of grated parmesan, and some cardboard.

Thanks, Sous! :D



When the kids leave for daycare now, the house is empty. If you are not taking them there, you are alone in it. Your own home, quiet, and all to yourself.