It’s been a week. And from what I’ve heard from other mamas, we seem to not be alone in this. Teething pain is at a new level. Medicated (homeo and not, I even put whiskey on his gums once), with a boob readily available and my complete attention, he sobs. Just lays in my arms […]Read Post ›
Mila likes Ian. A lot. She lured him into her lair and pounced. Yup, that’s her man alright.
We took a break from The Grammys to film ourselves. Ian loves himself some Ian. Pardon the drool. We’re teething over here.
It was a long day. At breakfast, we practiced with a very large spoon, and started saying the word “more” in addition to signing. Then, we had a nap. When we woke up, there was two aunties and one magic blue horse named Rody. Lastly, we got our very first haircut, courtesy of […]Read Post ›
Today’s breakfast did not start well. Ian was yelling at me, trying to grab the bowl of lentils I was holding, and throwing his food on the floor. I gave him a spoon. He couldn’t do much with it. Then, light bulb. Let’s try the fork! Things turned quickly, happily.
