It’s as much about improvisation as anything else, that much I’ve figured out. The bun changes from week to week and hour to hour; when we did the math, we realized that he’s gaining an …

As I was walking home today with a hot cross bun, I raced past a nascent capitalist out hawking lemonade to the passers-by for the low, low price of fifty cents. Had I any money …

Today was that day I’ve been dreading. I knew that it would happen, I knew that it was inescapable. I didn’t know when it would happen, but with the same surety that the religious know …

I had to take my husband to the airport at five this morning, so I stumbled into a pair of pants, some shoes, and put my hoodie on. I gathered up the boy, tried to …

I was talking to my father on the phone today when he was appropriately fawning and cooing over the latest pictures I had sent him of the bun. He said, “The thing is, he just …

The last three days have been brutal. In sum:
[cue soundtrack: Flight of the Bumblebee]\
Eat eat eat cry cry turn over *weeee* laugh laugh eat eat eat try to sleep cccrrrrryyyyy try to sleep *pow* in …

At five in the morning this came to me. I even woke my husband up so he could hear it.
Sung to the tune of “Leaving on a Jet Plane”
My boobs are full, they’re ready to …

…or at least a less stationary boy.
As of yesterday, around 3:00 p.m., he decided that he had had enough of this whole lying on his side thing. He made the extra initiative it takes to …

Those hands are really moving now. Even when he’s falling asleep, his arm will be raised in salute, little barbed fingers searching for the next subject of exploration: my lips, my nose, my eyelid. Now …

…the boy sleeps through the night.*
*Ironically, I did not. First, I got insomnia because we went to bed too late and I laid there thinking about how I should be sleeping. Then my boobs woke …

except remember to put my underwear on today.
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The boob is not a tuba. I know that it’s confusing because it sounds similar, but blowing me like a gadooga horn will not be rewarding.
Boob. Not tuba.
Love, Mom
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First off, if you eat asparagus, pee is not the only thing that turns green. I found this out when I pumped the other day and came away with milk that looked like absinthe over …

The bun is growing so quickly that we’ve been caught unawares. He’s grown out of his clothes all at once, and I have to bump him up to the 6-9 month size. I’ve done some …