“If humans were meant to fly, we’d have wings.” Certainly this is true of babies, who, if meant to fly would have an on-off switch or, at the very least, a volume control?
Babies on a Plane
Driving me Crazy
As parents we get constant, immediate feedback on our performance. Mostly from our children, who even before words and tend to be pretty straightforward. Chewing lunch and swallowing it might say “I love you mom, thanks for everything,” while the occasional upending of a bowl of homemade split pea soup could be loosely translated as “What did I ever do to deserve this and what were they thinking when they allowed you to be a mommy?”
Kui Te Sünnite Oma Esimese Lapse Eestis Or “Having Your First Child in Estonia Without the Blessings of Language or Drugs to Get You Through It”
"I can see the head!' the midwife exclaimed triumphantly in her lovely accented English. "Well,” I thought, “could we not just grab it and pull it out?" as it dawned on me that the real miracle of birth is that anyone does it more than once. Tallinn, ESTONIA I had vastly overestimated my endurance for... Continue Reading →
The Overhead Bin 