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Monthly Archives: February 2011
Flee Market
I did something yesterday that I’m not proud of. I fled a problematic diaper, saddling her father with it. I have seen other parents snarking at each other about whose turn it is to change the baby, but I never … Continue reading
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Tagged Adventure Time, diaper, dry-fire, Huggies, iPad, Karma, odor, poo
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Spawn of the dead
Once a couple of months old, babies steadily increase their vocalizations. Or at least that’s been the progression at our house. Stella went from crying exclusively to making all sorts of diverse racket. She can squeal/screech like a bat (previously … Continue reading
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Tagged brains, German, poltergeist, screaming, screeching, sound, Tasmanian Devil, vocalization, zombie
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Cack-a-doodle-doo
Now that Stella’s sleeping, I’m worried about a new nighttime phenomenon. What will become of my milk production? The first several nights she slept more than 3 hours at a time, I would find myself waking up at 2:00 or … Continue reading
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Tagged baseball, boobs, calculator, covnersion, gallons, La Leche League, math, milk, milk hoard, milk math, ounces, pumping, sleep, Texas Instrument, TI-85
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Guess who’s coming to dinner?
It was bound to happen at some point. Having to pump twice a day at work can be a bit challenging. What’s made it more of an issue is my employer’s need to “streamline” and “downsize.” As such, they have … Continue reading
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Tagged blender, boobies, boobs, boss, bottles, clown car, couture, cube, Designing Women, downsizing, Frankenstein, hoses, Madonna, milk, office, pumping, Suzanne Sugarbaker, Vogue, watermelon
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I Ham Legend
I think we’ve turned a corner at our house, or at least until the next thing comes along. While Crispy was here a few days last week, we put Stella on her stomach to sleep. Yes, this is not recommended … Continue reading
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Tagged bach, Bluebonnet Swamp, boob, Crispy, ham sandwich, Jesus and Mary Chain, Mama Cass, monster truck, sleep, stomach, stroller
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A walk down mammary lane
Fair warning: this is going to be a blog about my boobs. I suppose I always had a typical relationship with my boobs. For most of my life I didn’t like them and wished they were different (in my case, … Continue reading
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Tagged belt sander, boobs, breast pump, Freddie Krueger, girls, nursing, stick blender, stretch-marks, Thundercats
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As the girl turns
We had a series of strange (to us) events last night. To set the stage, my mother, Crispy, needed a baby fix and arrived yesterday afternoon to stay a couple of days. While I have gotten more used to getting … Continue reading
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Tagged breastmilk, Crispy, feeding, oatmeal, poo, poo lottery, sleep, solid, stomach, stomach sleeping
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By the Book
We started reading to Stella in utero. As soon as I read that she was capable of hearing outside sounds, her daddy would read books to her at night. It was pretty cute. He even tried to read a book … Continue reading
The Rice Man Cometh?
Not to beat a dead horse but Stella still isn’t sleeping too well at night. It’s been a little over 2 weeks, and she’s rarely gone for more than 3-3.5 hours at a time, vs. the 6 or so she … Continue reading
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Tagged feeding, growth spurt, introducing solids, no sleep at all, pediatrician, poo, rice cereal, sleep, sleep deprivation, smelly, teething
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