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 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! 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 “Wouldn’t it be great if they could inject your breasts so like your milk would come out flavored… chocolate, vanilla, . . . → Read More: BeanPa Says… 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 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 So I am getting a little lazy with my all-organic, all-homemade, all-the-time routine around here. Some days, I admit, the best I can do is Whole Foods pumpkin muffins, oatmeal, and some peanut-butter and banana. And I cringe at the thought of her going without any veggies. But then I got wind of this green shake stuff . . . → Read More: Drinks For Beannuts Or, for that matter… hoods. She hates sweet potatoes and won’t let me give her medicine or supplements in any way shape or form (not even mixed in water); in fact, she won’t even drink water now that I’ve “poisoned” it once before. It’s imprinted. She’s like that. I can’t take her temperature. She screams. She insists on holding . . . → Read More: She Won’t Wear Hats |
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