Aila Baby

I have loved getting to know my precious Aila baby over the last eight weeks. She has filled our home with a peaceful, gentle spirit. This sweet child eats and sleeps all day. She dozes contentedly in any arms willing to hold her – and there are many – with an occasional peek to make sure her snuggler is still attentive. Notwithstanding daily projectile (and I do mean projectile! I’ve never changed clothes so frequently or done so much laundry in my life!) barfs and a rare blowout, our little Squish Ball stays calm, expressing all her concern through her dark violet-grey eyes. Continue reading “Aila Baby”

Brothers and Sisters

As a highly experienced mother of two – three weeks, two days and counting! – I’m starting to realize that almost nothing in the world gives me greater joy than watching my two babies love on each other. Currently that love flows most visibly in one direction: Carter to Aila. But, I’m sure somewhere in her sleeping, pooping, nursing brain, Aila Baby is registering all of Carter’s affections and learning to love because of them. Continue reading “Brothers and Sisters”

Why I March

The energy and power palpable in the air in the Bay Area Women’s Marches was undeniable and exhilarating. My cousin and I met up with friends at the Oakland march in the morning, then because of a burrito stop in the Mission, found ourselves unable to resist going to the San Francisco march in the late afternoon.

The drumming, dancing, chanting, cheering, marching and sign-ogling created a joyful, and empowering atmosphere of resistance. I loved the pink pussy hats, the children with posters and the elderly women signs reading, “I can’t believe I STILL have to fight this sh-!” I loved spending the day with family and close friends. I loved marching with the baby girl growing inside my belly. I loved marching at night, in the rain. Continue reading “Why I March”