. . . → Read More: Here it is. The sign I need for the door that I close when ya’ll are drivin’ me crazy.
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We’re turning one here, folks. And we’re all about to drop dead from the amount of “stuff” we have going on in our lives … work, a baby cousin on the way, planning another party, on and on … we’ll be back soon with tales of vegan cupcakes and birthday toasts. In the meantime, get some . . . → Read More: Stay Tuned You all know that I have been nursing every 2 hours for the past 11 months. This is not something I ever thought I would say. It’s not all been bliss, let me tell you. The sleep deprivation alone has transported me to places that probably even peyote couldn’t (not that I’ve ever tried it). So bear with . . . → Read More: Nursing Baby Gummy Bear Um. For the record, despite rumors that the BeanMa has any hippy leanings, I draw the line here. Maybe it just hasn’t been presented to me in a way that I see the cost-benefit ratio in a way you elimination communicators out there might. I may be open to convincing, but only . . . → Read More: Elimination Communication She’s got a hundred soft blocks around her. A pillow, a toy box, a bucket and some balls. For the last forty minutes she has been singing to a . . . → Read More: Socks We . . . → Read More: Sleep Sheep In my severely sleep-deprived haze, I’ve gotten used to this phrase. If she is in a particularly bad spell of separation anxiety, and throwing a fit, I’d mindlessly try to calm her by saying things like “Where’s the monkeys?” It’s not even grammatically correct, and I’m sure it’s not particularly great for her development to grow . . . → Read More: Where’s the Monkeys? I feel a certain balance. Nine months spent in gestation. And nine months spent growing like . . . → Read More: Nine And Nine They always say Da-Da first, don’t they? Really, they don’t know what it means, right? I mean, it’s just baby babble. It just sounds fun to say. I mean, cause, after all … I AM the one who pushed you, dear beannut, from unmentionable places and felt the worst pain … pain so bad, there has . . . → Read More: In the End … The other day, the BeanPa was working from home, and had the Beannut on his lap. She was helping him type. Apparently, she wanted to send me an email. q 6. |
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