If It Fits, It Fits

Last night, I decided to don a cute shirt that I hadn’t been able to squeeze into since my pre-pregnancy days. It fit, and I was pretty stoked. After dinner, my husband Paul was lovingly rubbing my back. I was enjoying the moment, feeling cute again, when he said, “Honey, does this shirt fit?” “What …

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Until it Sleeps

Sleep. It’s a commodity around here. When the opportunity arises, I grab it like an addict grabs for her drug, saliva dripping from my mouth, tasting the anticipation. Nathan has made it clear, however, that he does not share my sentiment. The past few days, Nathan has decided to rip up his previous sleep schedule with a …

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Nathan Scissor Legs

My little guy has scissor legs. When he’s happy or excited about something, he will pump the air with his legs in a combination bicycle/scissor motion while chortling contentedly, usually with his index and middle finger of his right hand in his mouth. He does this after diaper changes, during nursing sessions, while watching Blue’s …

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