Bad Mama

Procreation according to Peanut
November 29, 2007, 9:05 pm
Filed under: Parenting, Peanut

First, the egg comes into the uterus and marries the … Mama, what’s the part that comes from the daddy? <The sperm>

The sperm, the egg marries the sperm. She goes and gets her wedding dress on and they get married. Then, the egg gets a baby in her tummy and it grows in the uterus and that’s where the baby comes from.


November 27, 2007, 6:31 pm
Filed under: Parenting

I change a diaper. I wash my hands. I put baby down, and proceed to eat some greasy, finger-licking food. I look down, and see some mustard in the cuticle of my left index finger.

Except … it isn’t mustard.

Is this thing on?
November 24, 2007, 10:26 pm
Filed under: Parenting, Peanut, Pistachio

We’re still here. Pistachio celebrated her four-week birthday yesterday by crying inconsolably for an hour for each week of her life, but generally she’s pretty good. However, her nickname is going to be changed to Squirt. This is a very appropriate name for her, as our laundry pile will attest.

Peanut loves her little sister. She doesn’t always like the effect the baby has on the household, but she loves telling us how to take care of her. “Mom, the baby is crying! You need to nurse her!”

Birth story soon. And new pictures. Even though Big Daddy scrubbed the hair off the top of her head.

Dancing Dreams
November 19, 2007, 1:56 pm
Filed under: Disability, Peanut

Rob at Schuyler’s Monster has been posting about inclusion recently, and I was all set to write a post about it when he posted this link today. Now I can’t stop crying. I have never wanted to live in NYC more. If there was a way for me to put the house on the market tomorrow and move so that Peanut could attend this class, I would in a heartbeat. Seriously, if you watch the video here, and you should, you will need tissue. I thought I wouldn’t, and now my shirt is all wet.

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November 15, 2007, 10:17 pm
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November 15, 2007, 10:06 am
Filed under: Parenting, Pistachio

If one is going to spit-up and sneeze at the same time, it is considered polite to cover one’s mouth and nose while doing so, especially if one is situated approximately six inches from one’s mother’s face. Stomach acid in the eyes does tend to burn, you know.

Still here
November 12, 2007, 4:10 am
Filed under: Parenting, Pistachio

You know your insomnia is fairly intractable when you have a 2 week-old baby and you STILL CAN’T SLEEP.

We’ve had a couple of days of growth spurt around here, complicated by thrush and some reflux. Essentially, it means this is the conversation we have every 30 minutes or so:

Bad Mama: Hello, Pistachio!

Pistachio: WOMAN. You have not fed me since BIRTH, and this, THIS is what you offer? Ptooie! That is what I say to your breast! Ptooie! Give me MORE!

I am hopeful that a real post will be here soon.