I know that I am ready to rejoin the world; I have both gotten incensed over someone else’s post and had thoughts for seven posts of my own that want writing. This has something to do, I am sure, with Molly’s sleeping eight hours straight most nights, but also, probably six weeks is about as [...]
If I’d not gotten induced with Lucy four years ago, and if she’d gestated as long as Molly, she’d be a November baby. But I did, and she didn’t, so Happy Birthday, Lucy! Sorry I made you come out so early (and so small, just seven pounds and five ounces — so, not really small, [...]
My good friend Tara and her son are spending the weekend with us. Tara drove up from Arizona to attend classes from the very talented designer of my header, Alma Loveland, and to take in the BYU Homecoming football game. (It’s unfair that basketball doesn’t get homecoming festivities, isn’t it?) (And what about badminton?) Tara [...]
Me: Why sad? Callie: Because of the pigs. I don’t know why they can’t make them out of something else. If you have other food, then you don’t have to kill poor innocent animals. Me: I was more just wondering why you ate hot dogs for breakfast.
I’m still not quite ready to write Molly’s birth story. I’ve started several times, but can’t find a good way to balance the facts and analysis with the wonder, the amazement, the relief. I have relived it several times in retrospect, something I don’t remember doing with my other births. I mentioned this to Chrysanthemum [...]
Avery has still not changed a diaper, but she’s willing to wear the baby for brief periods of time, as long as I keep her supplied with books and apples: Callie usually ends up holding Molly in the koala position: A still shot could never do justice to the way Lucy interacts with baby Molly, [...]
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