Brief History of Bun

The care and feeding of the impossibly small

Random Crap Generator

The odds and sods of this and that

The Cancer Chronicles

An accounting of my father and his resident alien

The Chicken Saga

An accounting of my folly with fowl

The Ascent of Boy

Person rearing for amateurs

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To die, to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream. Aye, there’s the rub.
April 17, 2004 – 8:13 am | No Comment

The poor kid has the worst gas, and when I say worst, I mean the little bugger is keeping me up all night with it, two nights running. I want to pop him like a …

Nacht-Mares
April 9, 2004 – 8:51 am | No Comment

Last night the bun was snuffling and snorting in bed, and I leaned over to feed him. I pulled the covers down, but he was still underneath them. I began to panic: was he suffocating? …

Give Him a Hand
April 8, 2004 – 11:32 am | No Comment

The bun is desperately trying to gain control of his hand, and it’s making me insane. He seems to know that it’s attached to him, he seems to know that it’s supposed to do what …

Morning performance of La Traviata
April 6, 2004 – 8:40 am | No Comment

Since I’m resigned to being one of those people to whom 7:00 am is not alien, I try to prolong my time in bed as much as possible. If I must wake up, at least …

Crossed Eyes and Scrambled Brains
April 5, 2004 – 2:01 pm | No Comment

Did I go to bed at 9:30 last night (which, after Daylight Savings was actually 8:30)? Yes I did. Did I take a nap today when the bun did? Yup. Am I still exhausted?
Yes. Oh …

Not dead, just very, very still
April 4, 2004 – 9:08 am | No Comment

The child hasn’t reduced me (yet) to a pile of blubber, though it was touch and go for a couple of days. For some reason, all modes of transport were a sticking point with him, …

Eulogy for a pimple
April 2, 2004 – 10:37 am | No Comment
Eulogy for a pimple

The bun was born with a little teeny pimple on his face. It was perfectly placed, like a starlet’s beauty mark on his right cheek, a little white blemish on his fresh new skin.
Pimples are …

Our First Date
March 27, 2004 – 7:08 am | No Comment

Last night grandma came over and the hubs and I went on a date for our anniversary. It was lovely. Of course, things have changed now: we ate dinner at five p.m. when the restaurant …

Anniversary
March 26, 2004 – 10:01 am | No Comment

For god’s sake, we’ve been together for eight years. Hell, we’ve been together almost nine, but today we drove like bats out of hell to Reno, went to the goofiest chapel under the sun, got …

Nature’s Crack
March 25, 2004 – 8:38 am | No Comment

If the baby grin is evolution’s insurance policy against us putting the baby outside the cave for the bears to pick up, surely the baby giggle is a narcotic produced by evolution to ensure that …

Before Bun, After Bun
March 24, 2004 – 8:19 am | No Comment

When we got my breast pump before the bun was born, I opened the package to sneak a peek. This piece of paraphernalia would soon become intrinsic in our lives, but it could have held …

Welcome to the milk bar
March 23, 2004 – 10:14 am | No Comment

I have reached the point when, upon running out of cream for that next desperately needed cup of coffee (which is actually mostly decaf–I’m always trying to psych myself out, willing myself to feel the …

Domestic Soldier
March 22, 2004 – 8:10 pm | No Comment

I’m like a soldier during boot camp, except that instead of field-stripping a rifle in thirty seconds, I can field-strip a breast pump in thirty seconds… in the dark.*
Also, the tyke is going from Size …

Ill-conceived pitch men
March 20, 2004 – 10:48 am | No Comment

I just had a visit from a friend who works in animation. A competitor of her company is the maker of Veggie Tales, the unlikely cartoon series that utilizes vegetables as the protagonists of their …