Mac’s one year healthy baby doctor’s visit was Friday. Now, if you recall at his last visit, he was perfectly healthy but I was admonished not to feed him at 4AM and to put him to sleep using a “cry it out” type method. I ignored the advice. That was a few months ago. Mac still prefers to be held
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Berthed at the Inner Harbor, Baltimore, Maryland. . . Please enjoy a safe and meaningful Memorial Day!
Today was his due date a year ago. . . And do we love him so! He went from this sweet little bundle to chubby bad-ass flashing some kinda’ baby gang signs in a matter of weeks! But with some scared straight parenting on our part, and a tremendous effort on his, he turned his life around and cleaned up
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Last evening, I drafted a post admitting how guilty I felt that Chris is stuck shouldering all the financial burdens for our family and working outside the home, especially because I am enjoying my son soooooooo much. . .well for now at least. And you know what? I had no sooner hit the publish button until my poor beleaguered husband
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I started writing a post for today about what I’m making Mac for his first birthday. Instead, I’m just going to unload a bunch of guilt. BAM! I never really cared whether I had kids. I suppose in some imaginary “perfect world/life” there were cute little Baby Gap sporting children who slept in nurseries outfitted by Serena & Lily and
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We made a little party for Mac on Saturday to kick off what is shaping up to be a week-long birthday extravaganza. It was a simple party and our guest list was short – his godparents and their son who is about 6 months older than Mac. I’ve known Mac’s god-mother since 6th or 7th grade. And I was
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The ballet teacher from my youth, Carole Thompson, might consider this a respectable second position. My Mother might marvel at Mac’s development and strength. All I know is, I have to clean that stupid storm door AGAIN!!
