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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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 … is thick with anticipation. It’s an odd energy, now, in the house. I can’t quite seem to settle down. I know I should be resting, but this constant sense (since things started, well, “coming out” on Friday) of “it could be tonight,” or “it could be in the next few hours,” is enough to make me . . . → Read More: The Air around Here … We returned from our baby moon happy as clams, and then I turned back into the big anxious nesting mess I was right before we left. How did that happen? Tying up loose ends…. finishing up some classes … got my nose in books about vaccines. Will return to the . . . → Read More: Where I’ve Been I guess I’ve been a bit glum lately—what with all we have left to do and what little time there is. My mother is busy with my sister’s wedding, which is approaching in a few weeks; the beanpa has been swamped at work. So I’ve got piles of stuff all around, staring at me, making me . . . → Read More: Flowers From BeanPa It comes in spurts. It comes when I’m feeling particularly overwhelmed, tired, pensive … This morning, it was set off by a bad bout of sleeplessness (what pregnant woman decides it’s cool to eat Indian food at 10 pm before bed?) and a day of exhaustion … talk on the pregnancy forums in the August due . . . → Read More: High-Gear Nesting In a nesting frenzy the other night, I was washing and counting onesies when I realized I didn’t have nearly enough. (My friend had handed down three short-sleeve newborn ones to me, and a few long sleeve ones.) On my way to Babies-R-Us, I text messaged my cousin—mother of a one year old—to see how many . . . → Read More: Itty Bitty In a recent post, I yammered on about my “anti-nursery”—the theme I would not have, the unstructured-ness of it all, the avoidance of all things matching and frilly. I’m a liar. I caved. What’s next? Shoe bronzing? A bowl cut on my son? . . . → Read More: Pants On Fire |
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