Lucy Bamboo 
Lucy Bamboo · July 9, 2026
These are the four things in our sleep setup. An organic cotton sleep sack, a Graco pack-and-play, blackout curtains, and Goodnight Moon. A dark room, a contained space, a sack that keeps small legs warm, a book I could recite in the dark (and have). The longer argument is in the essay — I Put … Read more
Lucy Bamboo · July 9, 2026
The book is called Where Is Baby’s Belly Button? and by eleven o’clock this morning I had read it aloud eight times. It is a lift-the-flap board book, twenty-two pages, and several of the flaps have been lifted so many thousands of times that they no longer lie flat — they curl up at the … Read more
Lucy Bamboo · July 8, 2026
A sound machine arrived with the diaper bag from a friend from the prenatal group. It was already set to what I can only describe as active tarmac. I left it on for a week before I started wondering what, exactly, I had plugged in six inches from her head. She’s two now, and we … Read more
Lucy Bamboo · July 7, 2026
The peas went first. Not thrown exactly — more released, deliberately, over the edge of the tray with a kind of scientific detachment, one at a time, each one landing with a small tick on the kitchen tile. Maren watched each one fall. Then she looked at me. Then she looked at the place on … Read more
Lucy Bamboo · July 7, 2026
A few times a year, I get asked: what do you actually keep in your house? Not the aspirational answer — the real objects that are still being used, still being fought over, still gathering the small marks of actual play. These four things have survived that test. Here’s what we reach for when the … Read more
Lucy Bamboo · July 6, 2026
We were at Pho King Good, the Vietnamese restaurant where my daughter has eaten since she was four months old, strapped to me in a carrier. She’s two now — right in the middle of the most intense phase of toddler motor development she will ever experience. That night, she reached across the table for … Read more
Lucy Bamboo · July 5, 2026
She was at the top of a boulder at the edge of the playground — not a big-for-a-toddler pebble, a real one, taller than she is and then some, with a flat top she’d hauled herself onto using footholds she’d worked out on her own. I could see her knees shaking from a few feet … Read more
Lucy Bamboo · July 4, 2026
The sound started at 9:14 in the morning, which I know because I had just looked at the clock above the stove and thought, with some desperation, that there were still four and a half hours until her nap. Then she found the cupboard. It’s the low one to the left of the sink, the … Read more
Lucy Bamboo · July 4, 2026
There is a puddle at the end of our driveway that has been there for three days. It appeared after Tuesday’s rain and has been slowly, reluctantly evaporating, and my daughter has visited it every single morning with the seriousness of a scientist checking on an experiment. She crouches down beside it — her whole … Read more
Lucy Bamboo · July 4, 2026
The log was not large. That’s the thing I keep coming back to. By any adult measure, it was a modest piece of firewood — a round of birch maybe eight inches long, split once, the pale wood still holding a little of the cold from the porch where we stack them. But Wren spotted … Read more
