Oh, I was so naive. Food-covered baby faces are icky. I won’t take photos of it and certainly won’t post them on my blog. I’ll never buy one of those stupid Sophie giraffes. They’re too trendy and overpriced. Gabe will never, ever sleep in our bed. It’s so dangerous! I don’t want to hurtRead the whole post >>
Six Months.
He: – is eighteen pounds (aka: how much I weighed at one year.) – is more fun than EVER. He’s always been a happy, giggly baby – but Gabe and I spend 20 minutes some nights, post-PJs and pre-bedtime, just laughing. He on his swing which I got him after find the best one onRead the whole post >>
Answering Questions: Pregnancy, Childbirth, and Mama Edition.
What the biggest challenge you have faced in becoming a mama? Probably the whole job thing – realizing I couldn’t do it and having to quit during maternity leave. That was probably one of the hardest conversations I’ve ever had to have. I adored my job and co-workers, and hated to surprise them likeRead the whole post >>
A Letter to Myself, Revisited.
Six months ago, I wrote a letter to myself. Six months later, I’m going revisit that letter and grade myself on how I am keeping my advice to myself. (This feels terrible navel-gazing-ish. More so than usual. But, a few people mentioned they’d like to read an update on that whole parenthood thing and theRead the whole post >>
Five Months.
He: – weighs 17.25 pounds, which seems like a lot since he was born at 6 lbs 13 oz. – is starting to act like he’s going to roll from his back to his front. Which will cramp our stick-him-on-the-couch-while-we-make-coffee style. – is able to entertain himself for about 30 minutes at a time, (whichRead the whole post >>
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