Category Archives: Diaper Days

Thumb Wars

It’s baby season, and while I no longer have a license to hunt one down, I enjoy admiring yours from a respectful distance. After you’ve carted it home and cleaned it and mounted it just right in your Ergo, I will give you one of the most important things you will ever need: a pacifier. […]

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At Dawn

The rising sun is still a suggestion, painting a faint glow around the window shutters. The house feels like calm clear water, a faint refrigerator hum, one sparrow singing his personal thoughts on summer flits off to another backyard. Here in the darkness it is very content and warm and full of possibility, and for […]

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From the Nanny Jo Diaries

Dear Diary, Worry of the Day: Sometime in the murky future, this sweet little tater tot kidlet will discover that the only reason I hang out and party with her is because I’m getting PAID to do it. And then she will hate me for the rest of my life. Nobody warned me about this. […]

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