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It was a good one, at a park at his request and blessedly un-rained-upon. The next day was cold and very very wet, so we were very very lucky. I was proud of my boy. A month ago, he was alternately weepy and angry because his friends were making fun of him for liking Ninjago. But then he decided he didn't care what everybody else thought, he wanted a Ninjago birthday and that was that. In his honor, I made my first attempt at fondant decorating. Has distinct possibilities, and the kids even ate it, but I peeled it off.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 17, 2015 at What There's Time For
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As much as I don't utterly love breastfeeding, I'm also finding myself conflicted now that the end is in sight. How much of it is simple reluctance to step out of this physical stage of life, the pregnancy and the lactation stage, because, you know, mortality? How much of it is worry and guilt over how getting an out of the house job has made Bayboh's babyhood different from the others (although I definitely realize by now that every babyhood is different, no matter what)? Things that can be measured are easy. If I can keep nursing him until he's... Continue reading
Posted Mar 11, 2015 at What There's Time For
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As requested, a happier photo. This was at the doctor's office for a scheduled vaccine, but I asked them to look at his ears just to be sure, since we were almost done with the antibiotics and he'd been kind of fussy and not wanting to eat much. His ears were fine, but the doctor had to go on and on about how extremely un-sick this child appeared before she actually looked in at them. Continue reading
Posted Mar 1, 2015 at What There's Time For
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I have a ridiculous fear of taking a not-actually-very-sick kid to the doctor and having the doctor think I'm an idiot. Instead, I make sure the doctor thinks I'm an idiot by blathering something like, "I know you're probably going to say, 'It's a virus; sorry he's unhappy, but there's nothing we can do,'..." So I can't totally blame the doctor for announcing, after a quick examination, "Well, he definitely has a virus!" But it was nearing 10pm on Wednesday night, I'd already been at the urgent care for at least an hour and a half with a disturbingly sleepy,... Continue reading
Posted Feb 23, 2015 at What There's Time For
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Since getting his own iPod with messaging capability at Christmas, Mr. P has gone through the tapping walls of random gobbledygook phase and the tapping random walls of emoji phase and he'd started to sometimes type real messages, but suddenly this week there was a breakthrough. I laughed and laughed. Food!!!! Continue reading
Posted Feb 15, 2015 at What There's Time For
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It's a good ritual, I've decided. And if my kids mostly think of cherry pie when they think of the grandfather they didn't know... Well, it's not a bad way to be remembered. Continue reading
Posted Feb 4, 2015 at What There's Time For
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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 Jan 26, 2015 at What There's Time For
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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 Jan 24, 2015 at What There's Time For
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Tonight I noticed he has dimples instead of knuckles. Continue reading
Posted Nov 19, 2014 at What There's Time For
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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
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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
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(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
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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 :)
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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
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He's three months old already and the weather's turned cold. Continue reading
Posted Oct 1, 2014 at What There's Time For
Thanks!
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