This post may contain affiliate links. I went to Walgreens with the intention to buy a card for my mother and my mother-in-law for Mother’s Day to be mailed out from just John and I.. I saw a coworker there (and 10 other people) looking for a card as well. She has two little girls. I made a comment about this being a happening place right now, and she replied
Bubs fell head first into a wall. Hard. I was folding laundry, and he was toddling around as he usually does. He’s been going much faster, tripped, and flew head first into the wall. He was fairly close, so his head bumped, rubbed, and neck bent backwards. Instant tears. I don’t know if he was scared or actually hurt. I calmed him by nursing him, and he cried as he
Is it okay if I curse? I might have to. WHY HASN’T THIS DAMN TOOTH COME IN?! I am in teething hell. Last Friday night Bubs slept from 10pm-5am. He goes to bed around 7:30pm. That night…I thought maybe the stars were aligning. Maybe we were turning the corner. Maybe I could sleep soon! And then Saturday hit. And it hasn’t stopped. The whining, the restlessness, the constant waking. It.
We took Bubs to a baseball game yesterday. First time in toddlerhood – we went last summer when he was only a few months old. I was nervous, knowing he likes to throw things, yell, run around, and generally just be a one year old. We sat in the outfield, a few rows off the rail. Of course, no homeruns. Sorry if you’re a Nats or Twins fan. Me sitting
I don’t know what I did to deserve any of this. Sunday started off normally. My husband, J, made us all breakfast and then went off to his volunteer museum gig. Bubba and I hung out and took a late morning nap. A little after 11am, everything changed. Everything. Food poisoning set in, and I was down for the count. There will be no photos in this entry. For obvious
Yesterday, we went to the zoo. I don’t know why I think my 12 month old would enjoy it. When we first got there, we tried showing him the bears and pandas, but he was more interested in the glass than in any of the animals or their surroundings. We visited the baby panda inside, and he just didn’t care and was looking everywhere but at the cute baby panda.
This could be a new mom problem, though I’ve been at this about a year. Everyone talks about how your body changes – your hips are bigger, your breasts won’t ever be the same, and learn to love that pooch you’ve developed. But seriously, my shoes don’t fit? My feet are at least a half a size bigger, if not more. Or these damn shoes shrunk. Yes. That’s it. They