So I cut his hair for the first time on Sunday. I kind of regret it, though Scott says it looks nice.
It’s just that it was getting so long in the back. And I’ll admit that the more than once he/she mistake from strangers was starting to bug me. But mostly, I just thought . . . → Read More: baby’s first haircut
Let me explain. Since, oh, 1987, I’ve been living in rooming houses and apartments which all boasted coin-operated dryers, unless they had no dryers at all, in which case, laundrymats, coin-operated. My experience of dryers is that one selects a temperature, selects a time period, and voila.
We’d had an amazing day. The playtime in the jumper. The two-plus hour morning nap. The champion solid-food-eating. All the laundry I’d gotten done with our new dryer (this deserves a separate post — will tell story another time). The swings.
I am so in love with this little person. I love him on his good and bad days, but today happened to be a good one. He woke up at 3 for a bottle. Woke up at 5, but I didn’t go in to feed . . . → Read More: the baby, the milk, the spending plan, and our tivo
Last night he woke up at midnight and went back to sleep without any response from us. At the 3-ish call Scott gave him a bottle. At 5-ish I went in and nursed him for an hour. Not that I wanted to nurse him for an hour. I fell asleep in the glider and he’s . . . → Read More: sleep quotidien
Two friends on two separate occasions recently asked me about my experience with CIO.
In trying describe to them what we’ve been through I realized that the details have blurred in my mind.
In going back through the blog to try to piece it together, I must admit I regret not blogging every single day, . . . → Read More: sleep, summarized (eventually)
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