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 …

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 …

I put the bun in his crib with his Tiny Love symphony mobile spinning above him so that I could do some bills. I heard coos and the occasional grunt from the other room, and …

I’m so tired that when I was getting ready for a bath, I put on a pair of boxers instead of taking them off. Only when my foot was lingering over the water did I …

My “Open 24 Hours” shirt doesn’t fit, but my new “Swingin’ Utters” band shirt does. Tacky but fun!

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The bun turned over three times yesterday. This is not the first time he’s turned over, but it was so absurdly early for him to be doing so, I figured it either must be a …

Today is his two month mark, and none of us have perished. Go us!
Also, the length and sharpness of his fingernails is directly proportionate to his desire to stick his finger in his eye. The …

I’m a few pounds away from where I started before this whole baby thing–which I know is absurdly lucky compared to many women who struggle with the weight for months (or years), and in many …

When people suggest that they slept like a baby, you are given to think that they slumbered soundly and deeply, with a look of complete contentment on their faces. If they really slept like a …

12 lbs, 11 ounces, 23 and 3/4 inches.
That and his first shots.
Mom and Dad need a stiff, stiff drink.

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When he wakes up he looks like he’s trying to figure out where he is after an all-nighter. “Wait, where am I? Who are these people? Is this my hand? Why am I drooling?… Oh. …

Sleep smiling: Just what it sounds like. He has this little rogueish cock-eyed grin that he wears for a fleeting second. \
Sleep laughing: This one is just weird, because he doesn’t actually know how to …

1) I’m watching the bun desperately try to stick his thumb in his mouth. He really, really wants to suck on it, but doesn’t have enough motor control over his fingers to open his hand …

Thanks to all who wrote to me regarding yesterday’s entry. I loved all of the comments, and they were very thoughtful.
After re-reading the entry this morning I realized why I was garnering so much concern …