On the left side of the sanity bell curve
I’ve thought for about a month now that I had thrush. I wasn’t sure since Oliver’s latch was so damn bad starting out that I just assumed the pain was due to that. Oliver’s mouth was decently clear, so when my pain went away I had every reason to continue with the idea that the… Continue reading Purple is the New Black
As I’m typing this, I have a sweaty man child lying on my chest. Oliver’s been a sleepy guy since his shots yesterday. I gave him a couple of rounds of Tylenol yesterday to counteract some of the injection site pain, but he’s had nothing today since his leg doesn’t seem to be painful and… Continue reading He Might Be Giant
When PBN first sent me Amazing Baby and read that the author was Desmond Morris, I kept saying Desmond Morris’s name over and over because it sounded so familiar to me. After a bit of thinking, I realized that Morris is the guy who wrote The Naked Ape – a book my grandpa told me… Continue reading Grow Baby, Grow
As you might have guessed from this post, Tucker’s getting fixed. Am I the only one whose brain instantly goes to a dog being neutered? Wonder if Tucker’s going to have to wear one of those cones around his neck? I know he has to wear “scrotal support”. When I read that I think of… Continue reading Pregnancy and Permission Slips
Nap times and bedtime have never been easy things around our house. Whether Cara just lacks a need for a reasonable amount of sleep or if she’s just determined to not sleep, the end result is the same: she’s awake. A schedule helps and lots of warning about the impending time in her bed helps… Continue reading The Girl Who Cried Pee…er, Wolf
I seriously doubt that they could have picked a better guy to put on the cover of this pamplet.
Growing up in the South seems to lend itself perfectly to almost a clairvoyant knowledge of just the right way to make the perfect Thanksgiving dinner. Candied sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes with lots of butter and milk, yeast rolls, cornbread dressing with plenty of sage and green bean casserole are all staples of any self-respecting… Continue reading Buttered Turkey
Yesterday’s trip to the pediatrician was eventful as always. At home, Cara will seek out the bathroom scale and demands that both Tucker and me stand on it. This happens over and over until we finally put the scale away. When it got time for Caroline to step on the scale at the pediatrician’s office,… Continue reading Protect Her from Herself
The one negative that I have to say about My Baby A to Z is that it’s not very long. By the fourth time of Cara cycling through the video and me being punched in the arm to restart the video, I finally got smart to the “continuous play” option. [I think my arm is… Continue reading Bruised and Engaged
Cara’s two year old doctor’s appointment is tomorrow and I wasn’t too sure if she was going to have to get any shots. She screams like a banshee every time we go to the pediatrician’s office even though she’s never had a bad experience there. Whatever. She’s just weird. Anyway, I don’t like being surprised… Continue reading Informed Consent
At 7:59 this morning, Cara officially turned two. Oliver wasn’t impressed. My dad actually showed up and came bearing a tricycle. Not the tricycle that I wrote about previously [and that he knew about] but whatever. It just annoys me that he knew the specific tricycle that we were going to get her and he… Continue reading Two