When my son was born, “tiny” took on a whole new meaning. He was born six weeks early (long story – we’ll save that for another day) at four pounds three ounces. He spent three weeks in the hospital with sepsis, pulmonary hypertension, hypotension, and respiratory distress. He was sedated, received a blood transfusion, and was on a high frequency oscillator ventilator. The early days were the scariest and most heartbreaking of our lives.

Tiniest Man

Tiniest Man

And then, thanks to the amazing care he received, he was better! He now weighs about 19 pounds, but we still call him “tiniest littlest man.” I look at one of the hats he wore in the NICU everyday, and I cannot even believe that his head was once that small (he has a really big head now!).


With tiniest littlest man being so big these days, “tiny” has yet again taken on a new meaning in my house. A few weeks ago, I heard an NPR piece on people who are choosing to live in tiny houses to achieve a simpler life. Around the same time I read this article on WSJ’s Blog, the Juggle about whether the “frenzy” of maintaing a home is worth the benefits. This got me thinking.

Since we left law school and got married, we have been on the go. As all of our friends began settling down and buying homes, we moved from place to place (three moves in three years). We were never settled enough in any one place to actually buy a home (as much as I wanted to). Given that we have lived in some of the most expensive housing markets in the country (and given the current economy), this is likely for the best. But this lack of “home” set me into a buying frenzy. I felt the need to build a portable home of sorts. I began acquiring furniture to fill all of the necessary rooms of a conventional house, a myriad of pots and pans, wine glasses (for red and white), hot beverage glasses (not to be confused with mugs), sundae glasses, fondue pot, Kitchenaid mixer, and an assortment of pillows and duvets.

When we found out we were expecting the tiniest man, we decided to move from a two bedroom apartment in a nice walkable area to a rented home in a not as nice and not nearly as walkable area. We thought we needed more room for our tiny man. And a proper house just seemed like the next step, even if we weren’t buying. We were wrong. During the early days of caring for a preemie, I rarely used the nursery. But, I would have given anything to be able to walk out my front door, wearing my baby bunny, and head to the mall, the library, the park, the coffee shop, or the drug store without setting foot in my car.

So, we have begun to shed some of our belongings. We posted them on Craigslist. Many evenings we walk over to our neighborhood Starbucks (the only thing we can walk to) and sell some of our extra baggage to a total stranger. It is like our part time job. The more we sell, the more I realize how much we don’t need. We have decided that next time we move, we will “downgrade” back to a two bedroom apartment in a nice walkable area. Rather than collecting stuff, we will enjoy all that our community already has to offer.

“Tiny” living will be so grand.

I might keep the mixer though.