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? 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 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) Yeah, this isn’t a usual post for me. I’m not doing book reviews here; still just planning to write about my adventures as mom to a child named beannut. But I’m reading Claire Dederer’s book, Poser: My Life in 23 Yoga Poses right now and so I thought I’d pass it along–this book KICKS FIRM YOGINI . . . → Read More: Claire Dederer Kicks Some Firm Yogini Butt! 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 |
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