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In honor of the March 11th release of the Walt Disney movie, Mars Needs Moms, SocialMoms asks what I think my child would most miss about me if I was abducted by Martians. Okay. So Aliens land on our front lawn. Not a lot of room there, but still… Beannut and I are inside reading board books, . . . → Read More: Aliens! 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 The Beannut wants to share the love. Now, when she sees anything that has something resembling a mouth she cavebaby-speaks and wants me to nurse it–a character on a box of teething biscuits, a puppet on TV, an image of a baby on the laptop monitor, a photo text from her baby cousin. Her dolls, her . . . → Read More: Got Milk? She just has a kale-smoothie mustache. Today, the Beannut and I were just hangin. Now that I’m working more and have a sitter and the BeanPa helping as well as the GrandBeanMa, I have a lot more time to myself. I’m a heck-of-a-lot saner by far. But that means more separation. It saddens me, but mothering (especially . . . → Read More: My Child Does Not Have The Plague I’ve been heading over to Dunkin Donuts a lot lately due to general tiredness. I try to go to bed earlier, but it never works and by the time the Beannut is up at 7:30 am, I’m not quite ready to open my eyes… but as part of my job as Mom, I do… otherwise, I’d . . . → Read More: Another Reason I Love My Kid A friend came by today who I haven’t seen in a while. Her adorable son is one month older than the Bean, and the two of them cooked together on the Bean’s Melissa and Doug pots and pan set while my friend and I caught up. She wants another baby. “I just see pregnant women and I…” . . . → Read More: Like Christmas Every Day At night, she loves to sit with him in the rocking chair. She even nurses him on my breasts – first the left, then the right. She snuggles, him, hugs him, kisses him, and offers her paci. We call him fuzzy… fuzz for short. He’s been with her from the beginning. And then one day, just like that, . . . → Read More: Loveys: The Good, The Bad, And the Ugly 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 While one mess is getting cleaned up, another one is being created. All. . . . → Read More: Life With a Toddler: 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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