An entire life can change in the blink of an eye. This is ever more true when you become a parent. I remember one day when I was pregnant with our first child. I was grocery shopping. While I was leaning over a display case to check out the produce someone took my cart.

Each morning I wake to a new boy. New size, new shape, new skills. I don’t hear when they come to make the switch (although my dog has begun barking in the night). The changes are subtle. In my exhaustion I doubt myself

When my children were toddlers they were each enrolled in a fabulous childcare. Eventually they were attending four days a week. But not on Mondays. Never on Mondays. Mondays were our day. We would spend them baking and making crafts (ie making a mess.)

When one becomes a parent there are certain milestones in your child’s life you are programmed to expect: the first time your child rolls over, his first step, her first day of school. But not all milestones are anticipated – at least they weren’t by me. This year brought