Now with pictures! It’s New Year’s Eve, and I am finding it hard to type, what with being jacked up on Albuterol and all. I had heard that phrase before–“jacked up on Albuterol“–and I assumed it was some sort of anti-depressant. Turns out it’s an asthma treatment. Huh. And that’s the end of the story of … More It will take you until next year to read about my Christmas vacation
So we ended up at the pediatrician’s office last Thursday evening, in the words of the nurse I spoke with earlier that day, “just to be on the safe side.” She asked me a bunch of questions about my baby’s girly parts, most of which I could not answer, and crooned sympathetically to me when … More Problem #1, solved
Yesterday Mia went almost 9 hours during the day without wetting her diaper. NINE. She did pee eventually; she was wet this morning when she got up at 7, and wet again at 10:3o. But she hasn’t been terribly active in that area today, and I’m starting to freak out a little. Because that is what I … More Problem #1
The following is my contribution for last Friday. When I was preparing for parenthood, I had all these theories and ideas about what kind of parent I would be and how I would handle certain situations. I think this is probably a universal trend. What mother in the world has not said, about one thing or … More Mother nose best
Last night I was looking at some pictures of Mia from over the summer, and I came across one of her lying placidly next to Suzanna the Dog on an afghan my friend Cheryl’s mother made. Mia was staring over at the dog with a look that held the perfect combination of wonder and oblivion; … More A reflection that is so long it should count as two posts
If you braved the poop segment of yesterday’s post, you’ll be thrilled to know today’s batch was a-okay. I’m citing the blueberry applesauce as the culprit, and to further my research I served said blueberry applesauce for lunch today. Tomorrow’s results will be the deciding factor in whether or not I continue to worry. About … More Poop. And also, BS.
My grand NaBloPoMo plan to write during some quiet coffee break or snack time at work was apparently a big joke. Thus, for the third or fourth night in a row, I find myself sitting at the computer when I should be getting ready for bed. In fact, I considered skipping tonight and going on … More The power of suggestion
She is wearing one sock and her hair clasp is hanging by a few strands. Dressed in hand-me-down PJs, the red ones that belonged to Matthew with the yellow dump truck on the front, she rubs her eyes with one fist and pulls the Wee Hairy Beastie to her cheek with the other. I pick … More Offering
I started doing these little monthly updates for the same reason that a certain well-known blogger does monthly letters about her daughter: changes, both physical and mental, happen so fast with babies, and I didn’t want to forget anything and end up posting something in December like, “You’ve grown a lot. You’re a year old. You’re a big girl … More A la mia cara Mia: Mommy is a slacker
Remember that thing I told you about the other day, the really horrible thing? I am choosing not to speak of it at this time. It is even more horrible than I thought, and I don’t want to talk about it right now. Nonetheless, I appreciate the wishes of love and light more than you … More Expecto patronum
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