Kisses

Ollie went from just waving “bye bye” to saying “bye bye” to blowing you a kiss when you leave. This, I found super adorable already. But then instead of just blowing a kiss when you ask for one, he sometimes comes right over and lands a sloppy one right on our mouths. At first it …

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Truckin’ along

Today was not an easy day. The fatigue and nausea have been strong. But today was the first day that I had to be in the office a full 9 to 5pm in months. Not getting in a nap was hard enough. But feeling the constant need to hurl meant asking myself, how bad would it …

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Only two nights

It was only two nights. I didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal. It’d be my first time away from Ollie for that long (I’d only been gone one night before). But, two nights? C’mon. Easy peasy. And, yes, I was worried, sure. Would he wake up in a good mood? Would he …

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Table surfing

With the almost 100 degree temperature, I tend to be a little slower, which in itself is bad enough. But this afternoon, I turned around and saw this. This can’t be safe, obvi. But how the heck did he get on? And before I knew it, he got off. All without me seeing how he …

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First stomach virus

Ollie has never been a big drooler. And, yes, while he did spit up quite a bit in the early infant months, once that went away, it was not something I thought much about. So when he got the stomach flu this last week, my God, I could not believe the way that vomit spewed out of his mouth. …

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Real life isn’t all roses

Parenthood is hard partially because relationships are hard. This is true especially when you have a child. I remember those first few weeks of infancy when I was so delirious with lack of sleep and sore boobs. I pitied anyone who was caught in my cross fire those days. I snapped at CS so many times through no fault …

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17 months

Last month was the hardest month I’ve had with Ollie since he was an infant. The way he’d fuss! And by that, I mean the way he’d throw tantrums over any little thing and chuck anything in his way when he was mad — bottles, books, cars, you name it. And then he’d be so …

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