The last day of our trip. Let it be known that the army crawl is not lost. He alternates — as it pleases him. After a leisurely morning of banging on pot tops, rolling cups, dismantling magazine stacks, chasing dogs,…
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high anxiety
Today we laid low, after having traveled 2-1/2 hours (each way) by car yesterday to visit Great Aunt Dorothy. I hadn’t been hugely enthusiastic about the idea of plunking the boy in the carseat for such long stretches but he…
the army crawl is gone
It happened so fast. One minute, we were having our upteenth millionth conversation about how Jonah’s belly crawl is in fact a legitimate crawl and there’s no need to get up on hands and knees but maybe if he’d been…
birthdaypartypalooza
The first birthday playdate party… The first present — a wooden forklift/truck (a.k.a. “Cuck!”) Story time with Nana Judi Parallel play with Flann — the first guest The youngest guest Party in full swing And everybody came, and everybody sang,…
he said “mama”
Saturday morning, in the living room, sitting on the big overstuffed chair, he’s on my lap. He taps my chest and says “Mama.” I got pretty excited. He patted my leg and said it again, “Mama.” Woo hooooo! I have…
he said “cow”
He woke up this morning, did a little nursing, looked me in the eye and said, “Cow.” Not accusing me of being one, just letting me know he knows the word. He said it several more times. Announcements, “Cow… cow.”…
he said “da”
Today, while I was feeding the boy his dinner in the high chair in the kitchen, I called Scott on speakerphone, to check and see how close he was to home. That’s pretty much a nightly ritual. One or the…
the people in your neighborhood
Yesterday was a strangely perfect day. No nap in the morning, even though the boy was tired, rubbed his eyes, yawned, etc. I tried, people. You know I did. But no dice. I called a mom friend who’s been having…