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Monthly Archives: December 2010
I’m your biggest fan
One thing I hadn’t heard about is how absolutely fixated infants are by ceiling fans. When we brought her home, Stella was immediately mesmerized by it (and the photo gallery on the main wall of the living room, although the … Continue reading
The Tao of Poo
For those of you who have never seen a young baby stretch, it’s impressive. You really need Jack Hannah narrating in the background: “The Louisiana Common House Baby’s morning awakening is a formidable display of carefully choreographed limb flailing and … Continue reading
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Tagged blanket, boobs, diaper, Jack Hannah, magi, naked, poo, stretching, uppercut, wipes
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The first noel
I knew going in that Stella would be completely nonplussed about Christmas this year. Shit, she can’t even hold her head up by herself all the time yet (we’re nearly there, but sometimes it gets hard to hold up such … Continue reading
Christmas sap
Your whole life changes once you get pregnant. The changes only accelerate once the baby is born. Your home changes. Your body changes (for the women, anyway). Your activity list changes. Your priorities change. Another big change for Will and … Continue reading
Judge Breadd
To anyone particularly squeamish: This blog may not be for you. For anyone in our circle of friends and family: Don’t worry! Our baked goods are safe to eat!! Will has always enjoyed the more scientific aspects of cooking. He’s … Continue reading
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Tagged baking, bread, breast milk, cow milk, free range, hoarding, liquid nitrogen, organic, Richard Blais, Wylie Dufresne
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SIDS and Nancy
As I wrap up my second full week back at work, it seems a good time to take inventory. I no longer cry (or have to try really hard not to) when I leave the baby in the morning. I … Continue reading
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Tagged bear trap, bloodshot, boobs, cigarettes, makeup, Nerf, pale, pumping, sleep deprivation, smoking, work
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Toot and vegetables
In a previous blog (I put a smell on you), I discussed how Stella was gradually becoming stinkier with age. Part of that was due to sour milk/vomit. Part of it was due to gas. I’d like to elaborate bit … Continue reading
Mothering heights
I have now officially survived my reentry into a full-time working schedule. It was much harder than I anticipated. As I’ve already discussed, the emotions are pretty tough to contend with at times. I think that Thursday was the worst … Continue reading
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Tagged miso soup, neckline, pumping, reentry, vomit, work, working mother
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