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Baby, I’m amazed at the way I love you.

Owen. Owen, Owen, Owen. I can’t believe how beautiful and perfect you are. I can’t believe that I made you.
Every day, I love you a little bit more. Every day, I marvel at your awesomeness, for you are Totally Rad. I just love being your mom. I hesitate to admit this, but when I was […]

I’m going to smear my freedom and democracy on you

Why do I still watch these things? Presidential news conferences, I mean. It’s a mystery. They’ve lost all their joy. I don’t even drink along anymore.
So I totally hurled my brains out on Tuesday. Guess all that praying to household deities didn’t do any good. Yech. But I think we’re done with this damn stomach […]

The schedule is taken forcefully away

OH yeah. Went right out the motherfucking window, it did. Owen skipped two feedings Friday, two yesterday and a half today [so far]. He’s been sleeping a lot, too. And he had more than his usual one poo a day.
I’m not worried about him, though. I had my panic yesterday, but he’s in a great […]

Squealer’s Wheel

Owen sounds like a squeaky doorhinge. No giggles and coos; it’s more like the sound one would make if one fell off the lip of the Grand Canyon: “EEEEEEEEEEEEyaaaaahhhh!”
It’s motherfucking adorable is what it is. Very highpitched, yet conversational.
Him: “EeeeeeeyEEEEEEaaaah?”
Me: “No way, dude!”
Him: “Errrrgaaaheeeeee!”
Me: “I don’t even believe it! It cannot be true!”
Him: “Illgeeeeeeh!” [sound […]

No rest for the weary, bleary or teary

Long-term sleep deprivation makes one addled and scatterbrained, I find.
Last weekend I showed up for an event on the wrong day, and this morning I awoke to the realization that I had missed an event last night ALTOGETHER.
Sheesh.

He makes my heart go pitter-patter

This is a rare moment captured: not one of his hands is in his mouth.
Sometimes it’s one fist, sometimes both; sometimes one finger, sometimes four, reaching for the tonsils; but never an empty mouth.
God. I’m going to be one of those moms. “Push your hat up! Get a haircut! Take your fists out […]

Notes from the other side of the line

Being a working mom kind of puts a dent in your blogging time, I find.
“I know it’s not a friendly thought”: Doc, NOTHING that has to do with oral surgery is a friendly thought. In fact, I’d lay money on the fact that very few of your patients harbor “friendly thoughts” about you. Sharp […]

I can’t stop nibbling on his ears

So I’ve been a cranky bitch. And I just complain complain complain. And woe, woe is me, I’m so sad, I have to work, I’m a horrible mom, I have guilt guilt guilt.
I’m sick of my own shit, frankly, so I’m gonna take a few minutes to tell you about my baby and why he […]

Goodbye, cruel internet

Well. DSL was an experiment in endurance, I’ll tell you that.
We rewired every jack in the house and called tech support fifty-hundred times in the last two weeks, but God tole me I have to go back to dial-up because I bottle feed my baby and put him in daycare.
Bad, bad mommy.
So intermittent, not-very-fast-at-all […]

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He’s on an all-hand diet now.

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