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I have been tagged by DaMomma and so here I go… (Some memes are fun and others give me a headache. Like the kind where you have to answer three hundred questions including things like which ice cream flavor, chocolate or strawberry, and that one was fun the first time I got it in an . . . → Read More: top 5 things meme from damomma I got myself invited out to lunch with some of the moms from my new Mothers’ Group. We walked to the restaurant. About 20 minutes, around the lake. It was awkward, me pushing the snap-and-go with its less than smooth ride, and the other two women with their tiny babies neatly swaddled against their bodies . . . → Read More: so how was your day? Life is goo. But wait, the new/used sweater must be viewed from front, too: Sweatpants courtesy of Grandma Marcia, Pooh slippers a la Kelly and Carlos, fetching chapeau from Brady. Jonah thinks fashion is swell: Who has time to read the whole book? I read the last four chapters. Well, skimmed. Enough to gather that I should be worried about aluminum in vaccines, and enough to find the two schedules the doc recommends — one very conservative one for when he’s beseeching anti-vax parents to consider a few, and one . . . → Read More: vaccination and new baby clothes Okay, now this is a baby I really don’t know. He slept through our first mother’s group meeting this morning (this is not my mini-group-of-mom-friends that I’ve mentioned in the past, but a real, facilitated, large circle of women and babies I’ve never met that it costs money to participate in for the 8 weeks . . . → Read More: new baby, rev. 3? Our captor is wearing us down. But just as we were seriously considering giving up, he smiled at us. Really smiled. The face-splitting, eye-squinting grin. And he wasn’t even on the changing table when it happened! Hooray! Note: I find it very difficult not to write in the “we” form here, whether I am describing . . . → Read More: day 57 of the occupation On Friday, I held my boy in the “cradle hold” over the toilet and he peed into it. Twice. Well, to be totally honest, the second time it happened I was watching his face (and he doesn’t really know how to aim) so it kinda landed on my leg, but I’m still counting it. How . . . → Read More: to ec or not to ec |
 
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