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Category: Life
I’m Special
Tucker doesn’t like infants; he finds them “uninteresting”. When he first said that to me during the wonderful period of postpartum hormone craziness, I automatically assumed that what he really meant was that he hated Oliver and wished that he hadn’t been born. I was wrong. Imagine that. Tucker completely meant what he had said. … Continue reading I’m Special
Torturing Barbie
Picture Day
Here is a shot of the Rose Damask Orange side of my Baby Hawk. My “serious” face is actually me realizing that while I cleaned the bathroom yesterday, I completely forgot to clean the mirror. This is the other side of the carrier. The pattern is called Cream Bascha. Doesn’t that have a nice ring… Continue reading Picture Day
Washing Machine Woes
Yesterday was a perfect example of why Tucker does the laundry. Some back story. Tucker has taken to piling the accumulating dirty clothes on the floor in front of the washing machine. He had intended to wash the pile of clothes but school and life in general got in the way and he didn’t get… Continue reading Washing Machine Woes
Stochastic* Friday
The past couple of days have been interesting. I’ve been meaning to write these little nuggets of goodness but just haven’t had the desire to actually do anything productive. Day before yesterday, Oliver was feeling a bit warm and had developed a dry cough. Since the rest of the house had been sick, it wouldn’t… Continue reading Stochastic* Friday
Sickness and Baby Legs
Tucker’s such a giver. And sometimes I wish that he would keep stuff to himself. Like his germs. There’s no reason to share those. Saturday Tucker developed some kind of Ebola thing which left him weak and on the toilet for a good part of the day. Monday, I woke up sick. Luckily, I still… Continue reading Sickness and Baby Legs
Good Oliver
Adiós Nasty Cord Stump Thing
Just got back from Oliver’s appointment. Oliver was nine pounds and one ounce when he was born. At his three day appointment, Oliver had dropped to eight pounds and something. Today, the man child weighs nine pounds and thirteen ounces. I must say that I am not only proud of Oliver for figuring out the… Continue reading Adiós Nasty Cord Stump Thing
Cable and a Black Stump
It’s Christmas in September! I’m not joking. Mom called me Sunday to talk about an idea that she had for Christmas. I was under the assumption that she was talking about where we were going to be for Christmas but it turned out that she meant a gift idea for Tucker and me. Cable, bitches! … Continue reading Cable and a Black Stump
Wet and Sleepy
Aw the joys of motherhood. There’s nothing like being woken up three times by something wet and slightly cool on your back. Oliver’s dessicated umbilical stump still hasn’t fallen off and I have to fold his size 1 diapers down so that they don’t cover up the nasty, black thing. I’ve tried cutting a cute… Continue reading Wet and Sleepy
Two Weeks Ago…
Today was the date of my scheduled c-section. I remember how much I freaked out about scheduling the stupid thing since I was CONVINCED that I wouldn’t go into labor and that I would have to have surgery to get my kid out. Well, I did end up having a c-section but Oliver was in… Continue reading Two Weeks Ago…