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Let’s Talk about Cervices

The sharer of my DNA never posts Facebook status, but she posted the below as her status, and I thought it best to post on this long-neglected cyber wasteland in order to temporarily bolster my perceived self-importance. I mean, who doesn’t want to know about my stubborn cervix? Nah–honestly, when women tell me their preggo and birth stories, I just want to grab their hands and sing that one song Bono sang about the world.Read more »

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Winning at Slacking (Week 18 & 19)

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(6.24.13-7.7.13)

I’m two weeks behind on organizing baby photos and anecdotes telling of your cuteness. Business and vacation and spit-up have kept me busy.

Quotations of the two weeks:

Mommy: Will you pick my wedgie? I’m holding Baby.

Daddy: Absolutely.

Mommy: No, not like that! Your hand does not have to go there.

Daddy: What? How do you pick a wedgie?Read more »

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Poopfest! (Week 17)

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(6.17.13-6.23.13)

I need to dispel some crappy truth before I sum up the week, Little Man. This story here was the highlight–I’m thinking yellow, a dirty yellow–of the week:

I’ve told undoubtedly enraptured readers about your crapping a mere once a day because your digestive system is rather normalized, more big-person status. Sure you’re proud of my broadcasting that. But anyway. With this, I anticipate a sizable puddle of yellow in one, maybe two, diapers each day (you still pee in them about eight times a day, out of them about half that frequency). Usually the crapping occurs between 1 PM and 6 PM, and the other day when I heard your belly gurgling post-suckling session, I was on it. You were on the changing pad, butt clean, so I expertly scooted a diaper under your bum, and BOOM.

Or however a fart sounds.Read more »

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