By Guest Blogger – the Pirate Onesie Arrgh, matey, and hullo. I be the Pirate Onesie, and the hardest workin’ piece a’ sailcloth in the babe’s chest a’ drawers. Just when me thinks I be gettin’ a rest after a hard day’s graft, well matey, I’ve no sooner nestled down deep for a bit a’…
I WONDER WHAT THE SCARIEST THING WAS?
FIRST, AND FORGIVE ME THIS, OH WONDER WOMEN AND READERS, BUT I MUST WISH MY SON A HAPPY WEEK BIRTHDAY! A WEEK AGO THIS VERY MINUTE, FROG BABY (AS HE WILL NOW BE KNOWN) WAS BEING WEIGHED AND HAVING HIS FOOTPRINTS RECORDED, WHILE MY WONDERFUL MIDWIFE PUT ME BACK TOGETHER AND MY HUSBAND AND SISTER…
A Walk Through Our House
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…
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…