Whew. Ian’s 12th week was a doozey. It seemed the moment he turned three months he greeted life with a big, fat “Waaaaayhhhhhhhhhhhh!” He didn’t like the swing, the gym, the bouncy seat, or the damn Bob stroller we just bought. Even the fool-proof walks in the Ergo left us with a red, screamy baby. […]Read Post ›
Being the Projecting Sue that I am, it’ March 31st and I’m thinking about Ian’s Halloween costume. And I don’t even like Halloween. This reminded me of a funny story. When I was six, I told my mom I wanted to be Pat Benatar for Halloween. Specifically, I wanted to be Pat Benatar circa Love […]Read Post ›
We walk. We laugh.
He likes the Bumbo. For about 3 minutes. Ian is acting different. He has new noises. He sucks his hands A LOT. He can be laughing one second, crying the next, then laughing again. Last night he was sound asleep after nursing, woke up screaming ten minutes later, and dad had to rock him to […]Read Post ›
Was not Ian’s happiest moment, but love hearing all the new parents in the background. Love you guys!
Mandy Unruh 