Gross. Applesauce Poop is seriously, egregiously, incomprehensibly gross. It is worse than Breastmilk Poop. It is worse than Soy Formula Poop. It is worse than Nuclear Fallout Radiation Poop. Applesauce Poop is the most horrendous poop of all. I thought Nathan had the King of All Poops (the poop that rivaled all other poops in the galaxy… unaware …
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Why do people feel an inherent need to touch my baby? Well, not just my baby, but any baby they don’t personally know for that matter. I mean, I know Nathan is all cute and stuff with his cute chubby cheeks and cute little baby grunts, but that doesn’t mean it’s ok for a stranger …
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Weekends around here are fabulous. I love that my husband is home and we spend time together as a family. Nathan usually wakes us up with soft coos intertwined with a spattering of baby babble, patiently waiting for the sleep to disappear from his mommy’s eyes. Once I’m awake enough to be semi functional, I pick Nathan up, change …
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I’m learning that time is a valuable commodity- something I do not have much of now that we have Nathan. Not that I’m complaining, though. I love my little guy more than life itself, even though he devours all my time with a monstrous, ravenous appetite. Everything Paul and I do revolves around Nathan. Need a shower? …
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Nathan loves to read books. Well, he doesn’t actually read them, but he loves the whole experience of sitting in our laps, holding the book with his hand, and following along as we read. He really focuses on the pictures, furrowing his brows ever so slightly as he gazes intently at the colorful illustrations. Occasionally, he’ll reach …