Tiny and I went to meet another mother/daughter pair, the girl about the age of the bun. We socialized over brunch, and then we all “went back to her place.” (This brings up a couple …

The tufts on his ears are definitely gone. This is very sad, as we now have to admit that he is not a lynx.
His hair is all kinds of crazy. I wanted to believe that …

I’m not big on observing holidays. One of them I haven’t observed has certainly been this lame-ass Hallmark holiday called Mother’s Day. It is true, I do have a mother, and have taken her to …

When you look at a mother cat, and her kittens are jumping all over her, nuzzling to be fed, batting her ears, attacking her tail, have you ever taken a good look at her face? …

When you’re pregnant, for whatever reason, your body holds onto all of the hair that you would normally shed. For many women this is one of the better side effects of pregnancy; people who have …

Today was pee-stick day. One year ago, we found out that the little boy who quietly snores in the other room was lodged in my body. One short year, one short human!
If the bun hadn’t …

Sleight of hand? You be the judge.
The bun has recently mastered control of those unwieldy hands and is grabbing anything and everything. As I was changing his diapers just now, I leaned over him to …

Yes, folks, our bun is a year old today. Or tomorrow. Or yesterday.
Well, which ever day it was, a very nice sperm met a very nice egg. Zygote to bun in one short year! Think …

I think his little ear tufts are going the way of the dodo bird. My heart is breaking.

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Blearily changing the bun’s diapers, I noticed Baby Big Bird on the front of his Pampers. Utilized for the cause of the “Back to Sleep” campaign (educating parents to put their kids to sleep on …

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