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!

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

Win’s been making all kinds of great noises lately, but it’s been difficult to catch them!  She knows the camera is different than mommy’s face (and infants are so good at concentrating on objects that are different!) so when it comes up next to my face, she’ll usually break eye contact and stare, rapt, at … Continue reading