A Brooklyn Blackberry Massacre

Tart and slightly sweet, Winnie can’t get enough frozen blackberries.  Some might even say she’s gone mad for blackberries, devouring them with such ferocity that it left our kitchen looking a little, uh, Dexter-y?   She’s really quite sweet.  Really. Really, she is.  And such a good eater, too!

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Zero and Three Quarters

Winnie is nine months old (and four days, eleven hours, twelve minutes as I type).  She crawls faster than I walk most places.  She can pull up on anything, including mom’s giant exercise ball, the corner of dad’s shirt, and anything precarious/unbabyproofed (most things).  She makes the tiniest smacking kissy sounds and today gave her … Continue reading Zero and Three Quarters

It was four months and three days ago today, little Winnie taught your mom and dad to play

Dearest Babe!  Mama owes you so many words upon words upon words.  Words about the incredible changes you’ve made in the past weeks, words about your baptism, words about Mama going back to work and the dull ache of being away from you for so many hours at a time.  Those words tumble ‘round in … Continue reading It was four months and three days ago today, little Winnie taught your mom and dad to play