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Stuck In The Middle

EZRA: Mommy! Mommy! AMY: What is it, buddy? EZRA: Um. Two minutes later... EZRA: Mommy! Mommmmmmmmy! AMY: Yes. I am here. What? EZRA: Um. Where Daddy go? AMY: Daddy went to work. EZRA: No. Daddy went poop. EZRA: *laughs hysterically* AMY: Rimshot! One minute later... EZRA: Mommy! Mommy! Mommmmmmmmy! AMY: Mmm-hmm? EZRA: Ummmmmm. Thirty seconds later... EZRA: Mommy! Mommmmmmy! Mommmmmmmmmmmmy! AMY: YES. EZRA. MY STILL-CHERISHED MIDDLE CHILD NUGGET OF PERFECTION. OMG. HOW MAY I HELP YOU? EZRA: Um. My butt. EZRA: *collapses into giggles* AMY: What...about your butt? EZRA: My butt! Look at my butt! My butt right here! AMY:... Read more →

This Post Is The Bloggy Equivalent To Flipping Fate The Bird

The first question everybody asks is always about sleep. How's the sleep thing? Does he sleep? Are you getting any sleep? Sleep sleep sleepy sleep sleeeeeep. (Translation: It's terrible, right? Tell us just exactly terrible it is so we may cluck our tongues and cackle and tell you about the baby we know that didn't sleep through the night until he was seven...teen, ha ha ha ho.) I usually keep it kind of vague, like: "He's pretty good, considering." Or: "It could be worse, honestly." And then I throw myself at the nearest solid-wood surface in a frantic full-body knocking-like... Read more →

Two Weeks

Current stats: 7 pounds, 12 ounces In other words: HOORAY BOOBS Likes: Sleeping, eating, rocking, Mamaroo-ing, Mei-Tai-ing, car rides, butt pats, boobs, the top part of Mama's index finger, obscure expensive pacifiers from Sweden, spitting out said obscure expensive pacifiers from Sweden onto the floor, staring at things, scowling at things, looking vaguely alarmed and/or highly skeptical at things, being delicious, general turtle-face-making. Dislikes: Diaper changes, hiccups. He is awesome. And I think we will keep him. Read more →

another photo-heavy post because typing one-handed is tedious

and i can hit the "upload photo" button way easier than the shift key. noah graduated from preschool yesterday. he got a little diploma and everything. but he was rather unimpressed with it. ezra ate three slices of watermelon, two cupcakes and a brownie at the post-ceremony party. he is the little hungry caterpillar mixed with the white house party crashers in toddler form. ike is not pictured, because all he did was sleep. as usual. speaking of sleep, this keeps happening: noah's love for his new baby really is charming... ...yet also rather terrifying because he weighs like, six... Read more →

Let's Check In With My Other Hugely Giant Grown-Up Children For a Minute

Belt Test, Round Two, The Sequel, The New Class, The Beltening! The boards of destiny. This time, our young grasshopper would be expected to break one in half with his FIST. Now, while I generally like to believe that there is nothing my firstborn cannot do, as he is brilliant and awesome IF A TAD CHALLENGING AT TIMES, even I had to question the physics of this task. Noah's fist is the size of a small plum. Ezra had complete confidence in his big brother, though, and was on hand to take supplemental photographs. Mostly of his thumbs and the... Read more →

State of the Boobdom, Round Three

The first thing I managed to freak out about was the fact that Ike would not latch on in the recovery room. So, 20 freak-out-free minutes, I made it this time. A personal best! Poor third baby, already doomed to live with non-stop comparing to his older brothers, BOTH of whom latched on and sucked during our first breastfeeding attempt. Ezra hit the ground (and the boob) snarfing like a champ, and while Noah and I would struggle mightily later on (UNDERSTATEMENT), everything seemed just fine during our first go at it in the recovery room. Not Ike, though. He... Read more →

Swing Low, Sweet Technomuhlogical Chariot

Okay, blah, fine. Birth stories and hospital/breastfeeding drama are all well and good, but AMY! THE SWING! WHAT ABOUT THE SWING, AMY? The swing was still in pieces on the day Ike was born, which was also coincidentally the day we discovered that indeed, Ike was easily comforted by swinging/swaying/rocking movements. Jason commented on this and I said NOTHING, though I did shoot him a DRAMATIC PRAIRIE DOG look. He got the point. "I'll fix the swing." He went up in the attic but alas! The missing connector piece was nowhere to be found. He waited until the next day... Read more →

Ike's Birth Story

No. I didn't want another c-section, originally. In fact, I SO didn't want another c-section after Ezra's birth that for awhile I seriously ranked that as a reason why I was done having children: No more c-sections. In particular, no more scheduled c-sections. My emergency c-section with Noah was what it was. It was necessary, no doubt about it. I am not built for delivering 10-pound babies. Especially 10-pound posterior babies with the cord wrapped around their necks. But at least I was able to give it the old college try, you know? I labored, I pushed, I hit the... Read more →

Home, Again, Now

Oh, where to even begin? I suppose I should start at the beginning, with the birth story, or highlights from our roller-coaster-y hospital stay, or what happened when Noah and Ezra met their new brother for the first time. Or I should tell you how the sibling thing is working out at home, or how breastfeeding is going this time around, or about Ike's first doctor visit today. I should. I will. I definitely will. But today, right now... I can't think about anything else except how round his head is, how crazy long his fingers and toes are, or... Read more →