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 …

I just weighed the bun. Now, I think babies who are chubby are adorable. And everyone else seems to too, or they’re just being nice, but everyone fawns over him and points out how “healthy” …

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 …

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? …

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 …

I’m reading a book about baby sleep. “What is there to know?” you ask (those of you without children, that is. Those of you with kids know exactly what there is to know–anything and everything). …

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 …

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 …

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, …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …