How Do You Stop Caring?
I just lost again. Another mealtime with Harry, another ugly episode that starts with him walking into the kitchen, looking over dinner, and stamping his feet in protest, and escalates…
I just lost again. Another mealtime with Harry, another ugly episode that starts with him walking into the kitchen, looking over dinner, and stamping his feet in protest, and escalates…
It seems like eons ago, but some of my clearest memories of Harry’s first weeks on earth are of me carrying him. Or Stephen carrying him. (At the time, I referred to our boy as “a very sweet, very lovable pair of handcuffs.”) The bouncy seat might buy us 20 minutes, the swing another 20, but mostly he needed to feel the warmth of a human being, encircling him. (The sling, it turned out, comforted him a little too well, to the point where he was conked out so hard we couldn’t rouse him. Cue panicked call to the pediatrician…) If you’re a parent, you know what I’m talking about. That’s why I came up with a bunch of one-handed meals—sorry, not things you can cook with one hand—simple, filling dishes you can eat with one hand, so the other one’s free to hold the baby. That admittedly unattractive little pup you see up there is one of them.
How’s that for a black cat? My secret: King Arthur Flour’s black cocoa. Use the same cocoa (and the recipe below) for homemade Oreos! I love baking cookies with Harry.…
When last we met, my chocolate chip cake had just spent 85 minutes baking. I’d lashed together two cooling racks just to fit the darn thing. And just as I…
Photo courtesy of Sue M. Harry’s 5th birthday party was, oh, a month ago. It’s high time I tell you all about the most important part: the cake. This is…