You know you're a mom when the invoices and thank-you notes that you were just going to take out to the mailbox go missing and you eventually find them...in the baby's crib. *eyebrow*
Well, first-time vaccinations are officially my least favorite thing this week (and it has not been an easy week, either). His Fourthness, now seven weeks old, visited the doctor today and came home with two stabbed-up thighs, which apparently got very sore while he slept because when he woke up the crying was apocalyptic. My normally sweet baby
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I know I should be happy every time my kid experiences a growth spurt, and I really am trying to appreciate how easily he's growing, since I know of babies out there right now who are fighting for every ounce they put on...but mostly, I just dread the marathon feeding sessions and having him demand food every hour and a half. I have an absurd and
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Where did you get your third arm, and do you know if they have more for sale?
Love,
Marie
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Dear Baby:
Did you know that there is an absolutely staggering number of things that I need or want to do but which are frankly impossible to accomplish while holding you because you refuse to be put down? Not that you care
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Today was Bear's two-week check-up with his pediatrician, who proclaimed herself very pleased with his weight gain (he had gained back his birth weight after only a week of life last Tuesday, and he's gained an ounce a day since then) and everything else about him. We can has healthy growing baby! In celebration of which, I come bearing a picspam!
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