Last night, Scott was doing the evening bottle and book routine with Jonah. He called out to me that Jonah was falling asleep and so he would be putting him down.
I called my friend Emily because, this was the second night in a row that he wasn’t nursing NEAR bedtime even. I could feel . . . → Read More: more weaning and a bribe
Five days ago, I wrote that I was glad the boy had nursed himself to sleep. Over the last five days, that stopped working. There was endless nursing. There was waking up in the middle of the night, demanding to nurse, nursing, . . . → Read More: the word i never want to blog again, and others i do
I’m guilty. A few times, I said it. And he picks it up in that way that he does.
He’d be crying, fighting me on something: a diaper change, buckling into the car seat, something. Locked in a battle of wills. I’d be having one of my less-strong days. Maybe I’m crying too. And I . . . → Read More: and then I taught him existential angst
Have we ever stopped being sick? I think there was one day last week. Fortunately, at least, Scott and I have managed to switch off worst days, and so spell each other on the childcare.
We’re pretty sure Jonah’s second round of recent stomach distress was contagious and eventually got both me and my visiting . . . → Read More: sick redux
I meant to write a post a while back, commenting again on Jonah’s extraordinary language development. I wanted to state for the record that my amazement at his verbal acuity was totally justified. The kid has been learning new words at lightening speed. It’s really something.
I’m currently hiding out in a Whole Foods. I’ve been here since 2:15. Escaped the house while the boy was napping and the nanny in effect.
Grocery shopping is so astonishingly relaxing for me. Some days, when Jonah is fussy, I’ll bring both of us here just for the change of pace, entertainment value. He . . . → Read More: where do you go to relax?
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