For a human being who can not yet dress herself, or do her hair or even have the motor skills to use a spoon effectively; she does a darned good job at clicking- on her infant seat belt. She can undo it herself as well. She braces herself and hangs on to dear life when... Continue Reading →
Airport hopping is something the entire family loves. We have even come to enjoy the cold, soggy stuff they pass off as food. The vortex that sucks in our waste, the stale, dry cabin- air, the duty- bound hence pleasant attendants, the non- functional bassinet seats, the turbulence and palpable fear of death- we love it... Continue Reading →
Dr J anxiously waits for the boarding call. In the days gone by, she would have loved the waiting time. She would have strolled the stores and had cup after cup of bad, overpriced coffee and doughy donuts. But not today. Lil' Z isn't a happy chappy. She was dragged out of her bed at... Continue Reading →
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