She has a pile of babies in a wagon in our front room. Yesterday, I was lying on the couch, while she stood and played with her babies. I hadn’t buttoned her onesie, and she lifted it from one end, up over her chest, to reveal bee-sting baby toddler nipples. She took her bald baby doll, . . . → Read More: Beannut, the Nursing Toddler
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But I can’t help myself. This book (Hold On To Your Kids) is the single greatest book I’ve read on attachment by far. And I’ve read probably a few feet of them if you stacked em up tall. This is a run-don’t-walk one… especially since time is of the essence if you’ve got a kid … . . . → Read More: Don’t Fear The Teenage Years (Another Book Review, Even though I said I wasn’t doing book reviews) My mother bought us this beautiful crib when Olivia was six months old — the age I decided was appropriate for her to start sleeping in a crib. Apparently, she had other plans… The crib took on many formations… none of which she slept in (sidecarred to our bed, converted to a toddler bed, in our . . . → Read More: The Crib Stands Alone This past week, we had the Beannut baptized. The ceremony was held during her naptime and I worried that she’d be freaking out and unmanageable through the ceremony and sleeping off in a corner during our luncheon. Instead, she was nothing short of angelic. Similarly, on Thanksgiving, she didn’t nap enough and had been pretty tired . . . → Read More: Because She Doesn’t Have A Lot of Toys? |
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