Passing zone
Way ahead of schedule, Keeley is passing… her pacifier… from one hand to the other. Woohoo!
Way ahead of schedule, Keeley is passing… her pacifier… from one hand to the other. Woohoo!
That’s what my mom called my baby girl. It’s true. She has so many clothes, I don’t know what to do. Really, I do though. It’s time yet again for her to move up a size. This time I’m doing it before the clothes are outrageously tight (pulling on her shoulders) with the cloth diapers … [Read more…]
Oh, it was only a matter of time, and of course the rugrat has to go and do something SPECTACULAR right after she makes me bleed. She’s laying on the floor, and she reaches up (with her left hand, mind you) and pulls a little stuffed giraffe towards herself and up on to her chest. … [Read more…]
Keeley has been drooling a lot. A lot. Our little magazine thingy said that that was okay, that sometimes it means something and sometimes it doesn’t. One of her gums has a white spot on it. Teeny tiny. That doesn’t seem to wipe off easily. Mom and dad both tried. Just as mom is trying … [Read more…]
Tonight Keeley grasped the womb sounds bear and tried to pull him over. Naturally, mom had thought ahead and weeks ago he was velcroed tight to the crib, but she tried and tried. I brought her in a nonfurry toy and she just whined. I think she was ready to sleep anyway, but I brought in a … [Read more…]
One word. Ouch! Daddy didn’t like the shots too much, mom pretended she wasn’t screaming and the nurse was done in under 60 seconds, bandaids and all. She was good. It took less than 5 minutes to calm her down and get her out of there, which was nice. I think next time we will pay the … [Read more…]
Keeley had her first cold on Sunday. She had a couple of coughs, and her diaper turned green a few times. She had spit up some suspicious looking stuff a couple of days before, and with the weather doing cartwheels, and her parents both subject to weather-related health issues, it wasn’t a big shock. The … [Read more…]
blowing bubbles and drooling a lot kicking and batting at her toys in her seat smiling at her parents talking back to toys that make noise new cries for ‘hurry up and feed me’ and ‘I’m really tired’ cartwheeling her arms and legs at her mobile
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