Original photo credit: The Windgrove Center, Tasmania, AU. In celebration of the 100th post, part six in a ten-part series. I’m a female parent who (a) didn’t give birth, but (b) is partner side-by-side with one who did, and (c) is in some ways nearly as mannish as I am
The careful observer will note that this Aztec warrior is not bearing a fainted virgin in his arms, but instead an infant car seat, a far more precious and mysterious treasure. Actual original here.* The other day, when all of Christendom was gathering around their various hearths, slogging back wassail
Cheryl and Kian, from our rockin’ parents’ group, and the beloved, wedged under kid #2. I had every intention of doing up a longer, reflective piece here, about lessons learned at the roller derby this past week. But that will have to wait, because kid #2 is faking us out