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F the Diastasis

January 21, 2014


Last night, M and I were in bed.  G was already asleep in his room, and E was zonked out with milk coma, on a breastfeeding pillow on my lap. M and I started having one of the totally random conversations to which we are prone. M: So you know that spot where the river […]

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A cat? No, a bat.

August 16, 2012


I often wake in the middle of the night. I’m one of those hippy parents who still nurses her toddler and co-sleeps, too.  So I have the joy (and that’s really only a slightly facetious word choice) of nursing G a couple of times a night. We have a communication system.  He makes a small […]

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That’s right… we’re THOSE parents.

March 12, 2012


While at a birthday party this weekend for a frouple’s two-year-old, I realized that we’ve become those parents. Which are those parents you may ask? (Even if you didn’t, I’m going to pretend that you did, because otherwise there’s no point to this post. Blogging is so convenient when one can speak for one’s own […]

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Thankful Tuesdays: Hooray for my brain

November 22, 2011


Would you believe I almost forgot again that it’s Tuesday?  Luckily, I didn’t.  It may have something to do with the fact that my brain wasn’t distracted by work as it usually is, because my VPN is down so I can’t work. And that’s what I’m going to be thankful for today. No, not that […]

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Thankful Tuesdays: It Really Could Have Been Worse

November 8, 2011


Dear G, I’d like to take a moment to thank you.  Last night when you woke up at 12:45 AM, you were very considerate. Thank-you for allowing me to hold you down so that you wouldn’t climb on the headboard.  And especially, thank-you for not screaming bloody murder when I did so. Thank-you for not […]

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How to Measure Your Breasts for a Blog Post

October 28, 2011


This one goes out to all my BFing homies, yo.  Werd to your babas. G woke up at 1:45AM this morning.  This is not unusual.  He’s EBF (that’s Exclusively Breast Fed to those of you not in the know) and sleeps with me and M, and he wakes a few times a night to nurse.  […]

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