Category: Baby
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Today during lunch out at a restaurant (out of the house!) Charlie simultaneously loaded his diaper and blew milk out of his nostril. Posted with Blogsy
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Charlie is five weeks old tomorrow. I have aged five years. Some highlights: -"Am I wearing pants? Not 'should I wear pants', but can you tell me at this moment do I have my pants on?" -"They are so cute so that you won't kill them" (thanks Grandma) -"The sheets were always so scratchy" (birth…
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Viv dropped her doll's blankie in the sprinkler puddle. Clever girl, she used the dryer vent to take care of it. Of course, the dryer vent is missing its cover, because that's just how we roll these days. Surrender. Posted with Blogsy
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The second baby is both easier and more difficult. I knew what was coming, so I dreaded labor and delivery. My experience with Viv was so tough, I feared a repeat. And no, "getting a healthy baby at the end" does not erase a bad birth experience. It certainly helps over the alternative, but a…
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Me: *sneeze*! "Honey, can you get me a tissue?" Paulie: "Here you go my love". Pause. Me: "You thought I was going to use that on my nose, didn't you?" Paulie: "I did, I really did." Happy Anniversary darling! Posted with Blogsy
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Getting ready for Baby #2's arrival has included lots of preparatory conversations with Viv. We cover sharing, gentleness, jealousy…all the expected topics for a soon-to-be-sibling. Turns out, as I listen to our household with my mind on adding a new baby to the mix, it may be Paulie that needs the prep talk. He has…
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We get the set! Number two is a boy. I didn't know Paulie wanted a boy until the most recent doctors appointment. When I asked him why he hadn't mentioned his wish to me, he said "I didn't want to be 'that guy'". He was totally "that guy" when he threw his arms up in…
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It has been two solid weeks of parties, presents and baked goods. The Christmas tree is on the curb, we've binge-watched another tv series, and I'm sick of cooking. I can't wait to get back in to work tomorrow! Posted with Blogsy
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Viv is a world. She is a toddler. She has dollies and friends and likes and dislikes. She has opinions. She sings to herself. She sings to us. (We call it Toddler Opera). She is curious, she is cautious. She is simultaneously infuriating and fascinating. She is three years old. Me, at the end of…
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"I'll be a grown up when I drink beer and then I'll get hair on my butt". "And wine too, both of them!" – Viv, age 2 1/2 Posted with Blogsy