Today was a gift. We had no plans. I was nervous. But you woke up happy and stayed happy all day long. No explanation. You seemed to be getting a joke I did not understand. Or I’m funnier than I thought. You played and explored and had very important projects that took all of your […]Read Post ›
Yes, we do DVD workouts. Yes, we’re total dorks, but it’s SO much easier than going to the gym or yoga studio when you have a baby. Plus, Ian provides extra resistance (obviously, have you seen how ripped we are? Babies are the best workout ever).
I’m laying on the couch, feeling like death. Mastitis got me yet again. Ian, however, is having the adventure of his life. Literally. His best Debbie took him to her son’s school for story time (she was reading spooky stories), and the whole class thought he was pretty neat. Here he is, being held by […]Read Post ›
Hello. I am writing to you from bed with a heating pad on my bosoms, as I have a plugged duct. Owie. Think Ian’s starting to wean a bit, but my boobs don’t know that. He’s all into the food (ate an entire banana and apple pureed in one sitting-with a side of chicken noodle […]Read Post ›
Oh mom guilt. Severe mom guilt. Ian was much better today, but not 100%, and I’m still not 100%, so we missed all the Halloween festivities over the weekend, and on the day itself, Ian’s very first Halloween, I thought the highlight would be Skyping with the grandparents in costume. We walked to Whole Foods […]Read Post ›
Mandy Unruh 