This week you began to move far more than before. Whether the newfound desire for freedom or another tooth on the horizon, you have been cranky and tired and just plain upset. This morning we threw it all to the wind and I cracked eggs and whisked together flour and sugar while you dug into your toy box and intermittently howled whenever you noticed I wasn't in sight. But when the giant dutch baby, wreathed in steam, crisp with coconut oil on the sides, emerged hot from the oven, we both took a deep breath and started the morning over with powdered sugar fingers. 

April 28, 2015