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…
mystery moose and a wean-y day
The other day, as I was parking in the lot at Trader Joe’s, Jonah said Moose! Moose! I looked around, no Moose. Just cars, trees, houses behind the lot. We went to the park, we went shopping. A nice TJ’s…
the word i never want to blog again, and others i do
Sleep. Can we just not need to talk about sleep anymore? 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…
and then I taught him existential angst
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…
sick redux
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…
new math
plus plus equals hockey!