It may be hard to see in the new pictures, but Elliott was a garden gnome (think travelocity) for Halloween. Michael was a gardener, because we didn’t have time to make a costume for him. Betsey was supposed to be a garden - putting flowers in her hair & clothing, etc. - but didn’t have […]
As you can tell from the most recent photos, the boy has learned to stick his tongue out. Betsey informs me that he is stretching out his phrenulum (spelling?), that bit of flesh that connects your tongue to the bottom of your mouth. Along with this movement, there have been lots of gummy […]
Its been over a month now since we updated the blog, so there’s a lot to cover. There have been few “events”, other than Betsey returning to work full-time, and feeling somewhat guilty for doing so. As I have pointed out to her, this is bunk, and she is far from the stereotypical “too busy” […]
By a reasonable standard of “month”, which we’ll take to be 30 days, we’ve now made it. There’s something like a reasonably routine developing around here. The boy’s naps are more predictable, he goes to sleep around 10 or 11 at night, and will sleep for 4 to 5 hours at a go.
We’ve […]
The boy is not collicky. When he gets upset, he usually has a good reason. For example, he’s upset because he’s hungry; I can relate, when I’m hungry I get upset as well. Or, he’s sitting in a big pile of crap. I can’t really relate to that one, but I’ll […]
All the tests and the weighing are done, so we’re going up to the 5th floor. I believe the official name is the “Wealthy Donor Women’s Health Floor”, but Betsey (and here I’m assuming the rest of the hospital staff) refers to it as “Mother/Baby”, a much more descriptive and minimally poetic moniker. […]
She almost lost it with the PIT. Six sessions with Jane, months spent practicing her exercises every night before bed, and she almost lost it with the PIT. The strongest, brightest, most stubborn and self-possesed woman I’ve ever met, and she almost lost it with the PIT. When we were on our […]
Its November and Betsey is sick. Really, really sick. Throwing up constantly. Barely managing to eat a few saltines and some chicken soup. Not good chicken soup, mind you. Not homemade chicken soup with fresh vegetables. No. Betsey’s eating Campbell’s Chicken Noodle condensed soup, with a preference for […]