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I don’t normally plug my own previous posts, but if you haven’t read “Toilet Parts and a One-Armed Angel” this post won’t make sense.
Udderly Ridiculous
One of the many truths about babies is that they have to eat every day.
One of the many truths about mothers is that they provide the food that babies eat every day. From their boobs.
Toilet Parts and a One-Armed Angel
I’m not a very supernatural sort of person, but I think I saw an angel this Sunday.
The day had been a little stressful, as many of my days are now. We went to church and after lunch, I tried to install the cloth diaper toilet sprayer attachment to my toilet. I am using cloth diapers now and this little gem of an appliance allows you to spray the poop off of the diapers and into the toilet before they go into the wash. Here’s a pic, if you’re interested:
Flag Day
This week, my dream of being in an episode of Gilmore Girls came true.
No, not really.
But for all intents and purposes, my experience tonight came straight from the fictional town square of Star’s Hollow, CT. It all started a week or so ago, when I received the following invitation in my mailbox: Read the rest of this entry »
Love Like God’s Fanny Pack
So I’ve been a mom for about a month. I have been thinking periodically about what I wanted to say about motherhood first, because there is so much to say and not enough time or words to say it all. Here’s what I’ve got first:
Full Circle
A week ago today, I had a baby
With no drugs.
At my house.
In a birthing pool.
It was wonderful.
A Room Fit for an Eloise
Now I am finally on maternity leave and have time to sit and write my thoughts on things before my job changes from graphic designer to functional human designer. Before I make the venture into human designer, I made a stop over in the world of interior design and tried to create a room for our baby girl. It is hard to decorate a room for someone I don’t know yet, so the next best thing is to make a room that I feel like embodies all I know about her so far- that she is a combination of Chris and me. So if a musician and an artist were to get together and make a baby girl, this is what the room would look like (I guess). We tried to create a room fit for an Eloise- and since I don’t know any Eloises, we had a nice clean slate to work with. Check it out:
Had We but World Enough and Time… Now with Yeast
So it just occurred to me that my last post was a little bit whiny. I read it, and although I meant what I said, I forgot to “temper my speech with grace” and point out the good things too. Sort of like a loaf of bread without the yeast to make it light and fluffy. I could have just deleted the old one and typed the new one, but I felt like that was hypocritical. I said what I said, and now I need to re-say it. I don’t like to whine, and I am going to try to teach my children not to whine, so in the spirit of teaching myself how to teach my children, I am going to try to explain what the last post was about without sounding like a spoiled little baby. Please forgive me.
Had we but world enough, and time…
Someone asked me last night how long I had before Eloise was to be born. I couldn’t really do the math (I don’t know which is worse- the fact that I didn’t know what day it was, or that I couldn’t calculate the passage of time between date A and date B), so I quickly downloaded the “What to Expect When you’re Expecting” iPhone App. It’s a handy little tool that tells you all sorts of things from how big the baby currently is, to what she is doing, to what you should feel like. So I typed in my due date and pressed enter and that’s when I saw it, clearly displayed in the section called “Countdown to Baby”:
Hard to Classify
I need to show you all something that I think will give you a little insight into myself. This is a picture from my Elementary School Brownie Troupe.