Husband and I still do sleep shifts. This means after I put Ian down, I go into the “crash room” and sleep until he wakes for his next feed (more accurately, I sleep until my boobs wake me up, pump for 2 1/2 minutes on each side, and take milk down to the fridge). […]Read Post ›
Well this explains the fussiness of last week. He got my cold, and apparently often when they are the most uncomfortable (sore throat, aches and pains, etc.) they don’t have symptoms we can see, so we just chalked it up to a growth spurt and decided to give him shots on top of a cold. […]Read Post ›
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.
Mandy Unruh 