• Created on 3/20/12 by Melanie Mayo

  KJ Dell'Antonia Issue 131, July/August 2005 It's a perfect summer afternoon, and our backyard is filled with naked, dirty toddlers. Some, more reserved (including my own), have chosen to cover their clothes rather than their bodies with flour, paint, mud, and egg salad. All seem delighted—from naked Duncan, who's just dumped a bowl of flour onto his penis, to shy Ian, fully clothed right up to his hat and watching in wonder. The adults relax in lawn chairs. A nursing mom gathers a small crowd anxious to touch. Sam aims the hose at the feet of another mother,... read more

• Created on 12/7/10 by mamazee

There was a little girl, who had a little curl... James was carrying the baby yesterday and her legs looked so long. She sits on my lap at the table, or in her high chair, and shovels brown rice and grated carrot and bits of potato pancake (stopping to poke a finger in the sour cream and smear it on her tray) into her mouth. “Nursing’s just for snacks,” Athena says. “Now she eats real food.” What happened to our tiny newborn? She’s morphed into a walking almost-talking toddler. I don't know what you think is important in... read more