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I have been neglecting my blogging. Although I have been very good about reading other people’s blogs, albeit I suspect the focus of my reading would leave most people feeling very uncomfortable.
My baby is growing so fast. Every morning I bring her into my bed, nurse her, and then we cuddle/play. I was pulling away her “sosa”, and she said to me “Stop it.” Whoa! How? Who taught you this one, baby?
Every time before transferring her into crib, we cuddle, I softly say “Shema” into her ear and tell her what a wonderful child she is. Recently she started to put her arms on my cheeks and whisper baby whispering back to me. Thinking about it puts a smile on my face.
My sleep is better this day. These days “better” is waking up only once a night to nurse my pupsik. Oh how things have changed. The good old weekends of waking up at 11 AM, going for a nice brunch, and rolling back into a bed for a long afternoon nap, seem so far away. I know they happened. I am just not sure I had enough of them. Maybe I had too many of them?
I got myself two Kate Spade bags. I feel very adult. The small bag is happily living inside the big bag. The big bag is happily living on the top of our bookshelf. I happily admire the big and small bags from across our living room.
I have many fleeting thoughts, they are like ocean waves. They come over, roll over, roll away, and you can’t see they were there. Maybe I am not looking close enough?
My baby is growing so fast. Every morning I bring her into my bed, nurse her, and then we cuddle/play. I was pulling away her “sosa”, and she said to me “Stop it.” Whoa! How? Who taught you this one, baby?
Every time before transferring her into crib, we cuddle, I softly say “Shema” into her ear and tell her what a wonderful child she is. Recently she started to put her arms on my cheeks and whisper baby whispering back to me. Thinking about it puts a smile on my face.
My sleep is better this day. These days “better” is waking up only once a night to nurse my pupsik. Oh how things have changed. The good old weekends of waking up at 11 AM, going for a nice brunch, and rolling back into a bed for a long afternoon nap, seem so far away. I know they happened. I am just not sure I had enough of them. Maybe I had too many of them?
I got myself two Kate Spade bags. I feel very adult. The small bag is happily living inside the big bag. The big bag is happily living on the top of our bookshelf. I happily admire the big and small bags from across our living room.
I have many fleeting thoughts, they are like ocean waves. They come over, roll over, roll away, and you can’t see they were there. Maybe I am not looking close enough?