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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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? (Part I is here) … and at first it felt something like denial or escape. Or a little bit of insanity. Of course it mostly felt like some serious martyrdom. “I’m not going to let THAT GUY bully me around while I sit here and soften. I mean, this is a little pacificistic, don’t you . . . → Read More: My Funny Valentine Gets Even … Funnier (Part II) Last year, I dressed up the Beannut as cupid while the beanpa was stuck in a hotel during a massive snowstorm and couldn’t get home. We made footprints for him out of salt dough. The year before that, the Beanpa was super sick and I was pretty pregnant, and I wouldn’t let him near me. So . . . → Read More: My Funny Valentine I recently had the bright idea that I could get some reading done at the library while the Beannut played silently nearby. Ha. Instead, she tore up the shelves of books surrounding her, then waved to me and crawled away. Our local library is having some serious budget issues and maintenance these days is not their first . . . → Read More: Be Careful What You Wish For 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? He finally got me. Roughly two years ago, the BeanPa and I went on our first date. We almost never went on another one because, apparently, as the story goes, I wouldn’t let him rub garlic on my mosquito bite (which was on my toe). Two years later, on vacation, and perhaps a little more malleable … . . . → Read More: He Got Me … |
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