Did you know that babies can go on strike? Oh, yeah. They can. It’s called a “nursing strike” and it’s exactly that: a refusal to nurse. Usually done between 3-8 months, and in response to a change.
Like, Mom returning to work, for example. Continue reading
Martin and I are enrolled in the same university class. Same homework deadline tonight. Same attention-seeking baby genius who insists on being a chatterbox this evening. At least it seems he’s trying to give us the answers, doesn’t it? Continue reading
He just loves a good goodnight hug!
This is the red heart pillow sold at IKEA. (And no, I don’t get paid to tell you that.) A few weeks ago, I was looking for a pillow to prop him up as I got dressed, and realized if I flipped the pillow upside down, and put him between the two “valves”, he would get enough support to keep an eye on things. Continue reading
He’s completely out of newborn sizes, and check out that head balance!!!
Meanwhile, my oldest came in and yelled at me because I allowed The Middles to eat birthday cake for breakfast. Dang, they grow up so fast!
He got vaccinated yesterday. He wouldn’t let anyone else hold him the rest of the day. I don’t mind being his go-to baby hugger.
After days (weeks? months?) of being on the go, we all kept it pretty low-key today and stayed home in our pajamas. Mostly to catch up on laundry, but still…I did subject the baby to a bunch of selfies and doodles, though. I mean, LOOK at that face!!!!
He flashed me a — no kidding — big, toothless, eye-crinkling smile as I talked to him just now. I grabbed the camera and asked for another, but got this knowing little expression instead.
Just the beginning of a lifetime of smiles and joy for him, I hope. Such a gift to see this little human’s personality emerge more and more each day.
Sssshhhhh…it’s just after 9 a.m., and this one is *finally* asleep after a night of doing all the things restless babies do. I think this is a new family record.
Also, it is late July and only 50°F over here. Continue reading
This is what you get when your older siblings all have later-in-the-year birthdays: Christmas in July hand-me-downs. Continue reading
We spend our time eating, sleeping, and staring at ceiling fans and each other. He inherited my “government employee” genes. (Har. Har.)