As the school year starts, it’s natural to reflect on the Summer. Fellow parents share their kids’ accomplishments- conquering a new sports, riding without training wheels, spending a week without their parents. There are so many firsts that Doodlebug may not accomplish for years— if at all. It’s hard not to go to a place Continue reading →
I remember the first time so well. The room was dark and quiet, except for a white noise machine shushing me into a too early sleep. I had just finished nursing Doodlebug when his tiny arm reached out for my chin. His fingers danced across my face, charting a map from my lips to my Continue reading →
My kids were never great sleepers. That elusive sleep – despite our best team efforts, an abundance of patience, and our peaceful, (mostly) consistent bedtime routine — we never found it. We could get our kids to sleep, but they never stayed there. As an infant, Doodlebug never slept more than 2 hours at a Continue reading →
“I couldn’t do what you do,” she says while shifting her toddler from one hip to the other. Her hair is up in a messy bun and there might be spit-up or this morning breakfast on her shirt. I recognize this mama, because I am also this mama. We have the same unwashed hair, the Continue reading →
It can be difficult to know what to say to a friend with an autistic child, especially if the autism diagnosis is new and your friend is still struggling to make sense of it. A friend of mine dealt with her daughter’s autism diagnosis years before I had any idea Doodlebug might be autistic. At Continue reading →


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