A happy chaos. In the kitchen, a bottle drying rack, on which is drying a manual breast pump and extra bottles. Gifts of cakes and cookies on the counter, breastmilk storage bags strewn across the oven. Dishes done and put away in the wrong places, by Nana, but we find them. A freezer full…
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Jack's Name
His name, by the way, is John Calum. But we call him burrito baby, frog baby, Herr Diktator, and lots of other things that might make you diabetic if you read the whole list, so I’ll spare you. Also, as of his first checkup, he has also surpassed his birth weight (babies lose weight…
A Brief Hello From Jackjack's Handmaiden
My master has allowed me a few short seconds away to say a VERY quick hi to everyone. Dad’s rocking him, but my ear is cocked for the telltale whimpers that mean – whip out those incredibly tender sore things and give me some food, and I mean THIS VERY SECOND or I will scream…
He's in the wide world
In brief: Swifty McSwifterson, aka our son Jack, zoomed into the world at 8:10AM this morning. Today is also my brother’s birthday! As I am a bit busy admiring his every inch and hobbling around the recovery room, I will save the details for further posts. But I will post a few pictures of…
Gumby
In a postscript to today’s entry – All the books tell you that towards the end of your pregnancy, your body will be flushed with a hormone that loosens your joints. This is for the purpose of giving your pelvis some elasticity so a giant melon with arms and legs can pass through it,…