Thanksgiving Eve
So, right now: it’s nine or so.  Minihammer is in bed and stopped shouting for Grandma, Nana, Daddy, and/or Mommy about 20 minutes ago. Baby Dench is sleeping in her Grandma Peggy’s arms, while Peggy is watching Jason and Lori play Guitar Hero. And I’m in the study, fighting for office chair real estate with the cat (and losing), typing this, and waiting for my sweet potato pies to finish so I can take them out of the oven and go to bed. It’s been one of those weeks – the baby won&

She likes to look at the camera
And yes, we do take you out of your carseat every now and then. © Katharine for

The Slashie awards
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One month
Baby Dench, You are a month old this week. You’re already looking around with curiosity, experimenting with your voice through oohs and ahs. My favorite thing to do with you is hold you and make faces, look into your eyes, and try to coax a smile. Jury is still out on if you’ve had any “real” smiles, but I believe you have. Either way, you’re a pretty charming little one. There was once a bit of dialogue on the show Frasier – “I’m going to tell you something that I didn’t learn until I became a parent. You don’t just love your children. You fall in love with them.” He goes on to talk about how itR

Greetings from Donaldson’s Dairy
Thanks to Kathy for the infusion of new Hairy Maclary books. Much adored! © Katharine for