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I'm quite certain we would be all disposables all the time at this point if it weren't for one thing: the diaper service. We pay them monthly, they exchange our disgusting bag of used diapers for a perfectly fresh, neat stack of clean ones. We never run out. The only downside is that off-the-rack baby pants can only barely accommodate the trimmest of carefully tailored wash-at-home diapers. The big flat fold-it-into-something-that-works diapers that come from the service are beyond the pale. Usually, we just bypass the issue by keeping Bayboh in onsies all the time, but yesterday something came over... Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at What There's Time For
Bayboh has suddenly realized that he can grab anything he can see. Plates, bowls, hair, the paper I'm trying to cut neatly while also holding him. But his feet may be the favorite. He especially loves to grab the free one while nursing and absentmindedly do yoga stretches with it. Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at What There's Time For
I'm ashamed to admit (though I comfort myself by doing things like adding up the number of addresses we've had since then as an excuse) that in the seven years since my father died, the only photo we've had regularly visible of him is a fairly random snapshot stuck to the fridge. One that we stuck to the fridge when we got it, years before he died, and which comes off the fridge with every moving out and goes back on the fridge with every moving in, just like everything else. He himself was more than averagely committed to family... Continue reading
Posted Jan 19, 2015 at What There's Time For
Not sleeping much, on account of two seemingly giant teeth trying to erupt, but his evening cereal (with prunes, for reasons) always makes Bayboh very happy. He is bouncing and flapping his arms, alternately laughing and singing out, "Uh-hah! Uh-hah! Uh! Uh! Huh-AH!!" Continue reading
Posted Jan 3, 2015 at What There's Time For
A new tiny fig tree is making me very happy. It's been a long time since we had a houseplant (to be fair, there is a lovely little cactus on the kitchen windowsill that survived the road trip and my poor plant keeping skills). Continue reading
Posted Dec 31, 2014 at What There's Time For
Until recently, I was carefully recording exactly how much milk I pumped each time. There's a pretty nice little app for that (there are probably several, but that's the one I used). I can't say it wasn't interesting to see how time between pumpings or time of the month or who knows what else affected the amount pumped, but it was also a little anxiety producing. And I finally realized I had probably learned what I was going to learn from it and that, really, I was never going to go and export the logs to make fancy graphs to... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2014 at What There's Time For
I turned leftover mashed potatoes into crispy cheesy golden amazingness and they said they didn't like it. Then they asked for dessert and got all offended there wasn't any on offer! Continue reading
Posted Nov 29, 2014 at What There's Time For
In the current moment, there is time for being in the current moment. There is time for creativity of various sorts. There is time for nursing and pumping and, when that's not enough, ordering UK-made formula because someone told me it's better than the American kind. It smells better, so I believe them. There is time for handwriting practice and math homework checking and taking the dictation of spelling-word-bespangled stories. There is time for teacher conferences. There is time for Lego princess projects and watching over bubble baths. There is time for packing lunches and eating dinner and taking showers... Continue reading
Posted Nov 26, 2014 at What There's Time For
Tonight I noticed he has dimples instead of knuckles. Continue reading
Posted Nov 19, 2014 at What There's Time For
I don't know why I think I need time to write words when I have an adorable baby to post pictures of. Happy Monday! Continue reading
Posted Nov 17, 2014 at What There's Time For
An hour in to our whole-family visit to the doctor's for a checkup for Baybo and flu shots for everyone else, I decided I would not purposely schedule something like that early in the week again while we are a two-full-time-job family. That was Monday night at 6pm. We wouldn't actually get home until almost 8. I can only hypothesize that it was the tech's first day on the job. If this were my first baby, I probably would have cried. A day later, thinking ahead to another long day on Thursday due to a morning conference with Mr. P's... Continue reading
Posted Nov 7, 2014 at What There's Time For
Rather, one I wrote yesterday but didn't quite manage to post. :) *********** Bayboh is still very much a lump (it's hard not to laugh when he does tummy time at baby group - the baby next to him will have a perfect arched back, arms and legs churning away, and Bayboh will have his head resting placidly on one cheek, fist stuffed in mouth, completely inert but for the slow gnawing). But he is a wiggly lump when he's excited, like tonight when he's sitting on my lap, hooked with one arm while I eat dinner, and Shmoogie is... Continue reading
Posted Oct 31, 2014 at What There's Time For
I was feeling a little sad this morning (Wednesday) as I walked Mr. P to school for the first time in a month. "If I didn't have a job," I was thinking, "I could volunteer for all the field trips and not have to think for a second about my leave balance." Ten minutes in, though, as the rain came down heavier and heavier on our good old-fashioned walking field trip, I came to my senses and realized that it is only because I'm working that we have a nanny and I can go on a field trip in the... Continue reading
Posted Oct 23, 2014 at What There's Time For
(Forgive the verb tense confusion and general time lapsing, it takes me more than a day to cobble together the time for a post these days.) Amongst the rough patches of going back to work (although mostly it's been great, I have to say), I scheduled Shmoogie's birthday party for Monday afternoon, and didn't realize until Friday that my new office switches out the Columbus Day holiday (which is now Indigenous Peoples Day where we are, btw) for an extra day at Thanksgiving. Whoops! I'm taking a few hours of leave so I'll be there and Mr. Right is handling... Continue reading
Posted Oct 14, 2014 at What There's Time For
Sunday, I was really bummed out. Mr. P had woken up in a good mood and his handwriting tutor had arrived with a Harry Potter project I was sure he would love. And yet, he was still flopping on the table, leaning on me, generally being a bag of jelly in passive resistance of any real handwriting work. Disappointing, frustrating, embarrassing. Argh. So you can imagine how stunned I was to get home Monday evening and be told that his homework was already done and that his spelling notebook had come back from school with ten spelling words neatly written... Continue reading
Posted Oct 8, 2014 at What There's Time For
Thank you :)
It might actually be more of a feels-good-to-stop-banging-your-head-into-the-wall, except that's not quite right, either... At any rate, Mr. Right comes down from bedtime last night and tells me Shmoogie is sleeping in the guest room because Mr. P poured a glass of water in her bed. I respond with a look of horror, but Mr. Right only shrugs and says, "At least he admitted it." He thinks it over for a moment, then says something about how he wonders if Mr. P realizes that he's got us in the boiling frog situation. I think this over myself, then realize the... Continue reading
Posted Oct 3, 2014 at What There's Time For
He's three months old already and the weather's turned cold. Continue reading
Posted Oct 1, 2014 at What There's Time For
Toggle Commented Sep 29, 2014 on Even when mom's here? at What There's Time For
It's been a good week, but I don't have the energy to write much. I had a laugh this evening, though, when the nanny was debriefing me on the day. She said she'd had serious conversations with each child separately, about how it's NOT OK to do something on purpose that you KNOW is going to make your sibling really mad. Apparently, Shmoogie looked at her with a scowl and said huffily, "Even when MOM's here?!" (The answer was "yes".) Continue reading
Posted Sep 26, 2014 at What There's Time For
Mr. P was in a high dudgeon this morning (as most school mornings), screaming and kicking doors, because I took his iPod away from him so he would get dressed and then after he was dressed and his alloted 10 minutes of iPad time while sitting on the toilet was up (judge away, we are terrible parents and/or our son is "challenging")... I took away the iPad. Because the 10 minutes were over (duh) and because it was time to get out the door. Then, because of all the screaming, I didn't give him the iPod back, either, even after... Continue reading
Posted Sep 15, 2014 at What There's Time For
There are a bunch of reasons behind the periods when I post less here. Sometimes it's just that I'm busy (new baby is still new! just not quite as new as before!), or that my spare thinking time is being used up by other things (like apps) or being squandered on too much Twitter (I think Twitter is awsome, but everything ought to be in moderation). And then, sometimes, it’s because there’s something at the forefront of my mind that I don’t have the oomph for a post about yet. Lately, it's been kind of all of those things. The... Continue reading
Posted Sep 5, 2014 at What There's Time For
Mr. P seems pretty good, but... "I just don't want to talk about my day." A mother will pry, though, and be rewarded with the prediction that this year will be "kind of good and kind of bad." In other words, "about like last year." If this year is as good as last year, I'll be thrilled! Shmoogie got a new haircut today, with bangs because she doesn't want her hair in her face. She was happy briefly, then looked in the mirror and clearly regretted it. People wouldn't recognize her, she worried, or they would laugh at her. A... Continue reading
Posted Sep 3, 2014 at What There's Time For
Shmoogie is wearing a fireman costume and pouting, "I still don't know what I'm going to be when I grow up!" You don't need to know, I say. She frowns, then has an idea, "I just feel like being queen." You want to be a queen when you grow up? "Yeah," she says, "Queen of the World." Her dejected mood returns in an instant, though, "But then I'd just be sitting down and making orders." She looks at me, daring me to deny the grim reality of queenly life, then looks away again, "And waiting and waiting and waiting..." Continue reading
Posted Aug 25, 2014 at What There's Time For
Since I wrote all that yesterday, I feel like I can't just say nothing today. But I feel like all I have to say is the utterly obvious, that it makes absolutely no sense at all for the police to say nothing for the whole week while everything was going crazy and then, the day after things calm down, they say they're going to give some information about the officer that killed somebody but instead they say the victim was a shoplifter (but they use a scarier word) and release a video of him shoving someone, which of course starts... Continue reading
Posted Aug 15, 2014 at What There's Time For