The contents of my diaper bag has changed as Clarissa grows.
When she was small, and we were still living in Virginia, I had a normal diaper bag. 121 more words
Welcoming a new baby into the world is a miracle. Almost as beautiful as the miracle of an epidural.
But after the dust settles (literally, all over the living room), the family members leave and everyone else on the planet resumes their normal life – mothers are left with a very tiny, very demanding, very ungrateful little life-form whose sole purpose is to prevent others from sleeping at all costs. 413 more words