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no.
My child is not like yours. My child does not sleep in the car. He does not like to sit quietly and play with his toys. He does not like to join us at the dinner table and finger-feed himself his finger-foods. He likes to explore. He likes to taste. He likes to run and pet the dogs and slide down the slide and feel the tree and see the birds and do ( Read more... ) -
aaaaaahhheee
I'm feeling better and my spirits have never been higher. I'm excited to be alive and well. I'm excited about the future. Everyday brings new treats. It's so trite to say that, but it's so true ( Read more... ) -
you're the magic
He doesn't nurse anymore. It's no longer his favorite thing in the world. It's probably not even in the top ten. And when he does deign to nurse, he finds that there's not the milk there once was. I pump when I can but I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle. He screamed his head off for 30 minutes today and would take neither boob nor bottle ( Read more... ) -
I demand
I worked 9 hours last Thursday. It was broken up, some in the day, some at night. My MiL watched Keats during the day, my Dad watched him at night. It was too much. Too much activity, stimulation, strangeness. For Keaton and for me. I realized that I don't want to work. I don't want him to be babysat for 8 hours a day. I'm just not ready ( Read more... ) -
a boogie boogie boo
Those are magic words, "a boogie boogie boo." They make Keats smile even when he's trying not to. Ali and I will tell him that that sentence, in our secret language, means "I love you ( Read more... )
