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And Thursday’s child went to yoga and then out a-visiting friends. Who is this new and improved baby? Is it the fact that I’ve stopped eating dairy? Or is it a developmental leap he’s made? Or both? (I am too tired to figure out the new poll tool I’ve downloaded, so for now, please just . . . → Read More: wednesday’s child went shopping It’s completely amazing. He’s making eye contact. He’s smiling. He’s mellow. We took a bath. He loved it. He slept in the Moby for hours, didn’t cry when I put him in the bucket and took him to the cranial-sacral chiropractor, chilled through his appointment, complained initially when I put him in the Bjorn (rather . . . → Read More: same day, new baby Yesterday was day three of the third set of grandparents a-visiting. Fortunately, Jonah was on fairly good behavior, because Scott was at work, I needed to get out for an extended pilates and bodywork session, and the GP’s agreed to babysit. They arrived around 11ish which gave us enough time for Marcia to fix me . . . → Read More: the grandparents (part trois) take visiting to the next level – and many other thoughts because the baby is sleeping This morning Jonah gave his opinion on how we might achieve world peace. At least I think that’s what all those coos and gurgles meant. I told him his theories were quite sound. And he smiled. Today’s baby is fairly calm, and currently in the midst of a three-hour-plus nap. Last night was horrendous. So it goes. In a play I saw once about mental illness, one of the characters described borderline personality disorder this way: There is a borderline between sanity and insanity; one once in a while, you hop . . . → Read More: borderline Now we’re back to the old fussy baby who won’t sleep even when he wants to. He’s down, he’s up, he’s down, he’s up… he’s a miserable wreck. Grrrrrrrr. The baby of today bears little or no resemblance to Thursday’s child. Could you tell that yesterday’s post ended abruptly? I was going to write all about breaking down, but was too tired and broke down to tell the story. Let’s just say, that of all 44 days of the Little Boo’s life, yesterday was . . . → Read More: new day, new baby … as I wrote it in my head throughout the day. For example, right now, it should be called “de-lurk before i do something drastic,” as I have just found out that at least one blogger has declared this national de-lurking week and given how this day went, today would be a nice one for . . . → Read More: this post had a lot of different titles |
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