Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Is there anything more pathetic than a mother calling her doctor to say, “Um, my son won’t stop sticking his finger in my belly button”? Yeah. I didn’t think so. (And in my defense, it was getting pretty extreme!)
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
I now know how those haircutting places get away with charging $15 to cut an infant/toddler’s hair. If Doodles grew as fast as his hair does, well he’d easily be the youngest player on… okay so I don’t know my basketball teams so insert the name of a good basketball team here. So the other [...]
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Sometimes life just takes over and there’s no time to blog. Consider this week the summer season of this blog and watch a repeat. Here, go read about what I was doing two years ago today. We will return to our regularly scheduled blog next week. L’shana tova everyone!
Wednesday, September 8, 2004
So, while food is out, varnished wood is in. At a restaurant in Rockport, Doodles leaned down and started gnawing on the table. Those marks in it are from his teeth. Cheese? Blech. Fruit? Gross! Table? Yum yum!
Wednesday, September 8, 2004
Out of all my body parts, my belly is the part I’m least pleased with. My legs look fine–all that long distance running has shaped them just fine. My biceps are definitely showing the effects of carrying a 21-pound weight around. But I just don’t get around to doing crunches (even though I know it [...]
Wednesday, September 1, 2004
–The new mantra in our house is “chairs are for tushies.” Doodles has an Anywhere Chair that he loves to stand in. Then he lets go and lets himself fall backwards. Or he uses the chair as a launching point to reach the window. Repeat after me: “Chairs are for tushies!” –Why would any child’s [...]
Wednesday, September 1, 2004
Before Doodles was born, I took the b*reastfeeding classes, read the b*reastfeeding books, and knew that I was going to reach the magical b*reastfeeding nirvana that every pregnant woman hears about (and to avoid using that silly asterisk, I’ll just call it BF). So of course I was miserable when I had the worst time [...]