Today I present to you a tale of babyproofing, in 3 parts. The cast of characters: 2 reasonably smart (if sleep-deprived) parents, 1 particularly wily Chihuahua, a charming 8 year old redheaded boy, and a curious climb-happy baby. Setting: a two-story home in Oklahoma City with less-than-admirable landscaping (#blackthumbs). PART 1: THE WILY CHIHUAHUA What nobody tells […]

It’s good to be 8 months old, I think. Archer’s come to life in a million new ways, and he’s been so much fun to watch as he explores the world.  But we’ve also entered an entirely new era of mobility. He’s juuuuust about to start crawling – he hasn’t quite figured out the on-all-fours […]

One of my biggest fears about having kids was that we were going to be suddenly immersed into kid world where everything would be primary colored plastic. We would be doomed to those weird puzzle-shaped foam floor mats (WHY?) and toys would be coming out of our ears. Partly that’s true – I had to give […]