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Who doesn’t love bugs and new wheels?!

We snuck away for an impromptu trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, specifically Duck, NC, for a few days. Despite living in Virginia for almost 10 years now (I HATE to admit that), and hearing wonderful things about the beaches of NC, I’ve never been. A few weeks ago Nate (the husband is named!) found out he would need to go down there for a work meeting, and we decided to make a weekend of it.

I have to edit almost 250 pictures taken in 3 days, hopefully I got some good enough to show off. We climbed a lighthouse, found crabs on the dunes, saw wild horses, rode bikes, and all around had a fantastic weekend. We were even joined by a close friend of ours for part of the trip. I have to say, I think vacationing with friends should be done more frequently (I’m looking at a couple of people specifically – you know who you are!). I’m sunburned, exhausted, and was attacked by mosquitos and biting flies, but had a ton of fun, and can’t wait to do it again.

We brought Lucy with us as I’m pretty sure she loves nothing more in life than the ocean, so I couldn’t, in good conscience, leave her behind.

And the evening before we left, my new bike arrived.
I haven’t had a chance to ride it yet, and I can’t wait!

What did you all do this weekend?


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Oh choice. You sneaky little rat, you.

OH MY FREAKIN’ MAUDE, I love this comic. LOVE IT.


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Parenting is really one big surprise, isn’t it?

I had a moment (if we’re being honest, it might have been a few moments) of intense sadness for kidlet yesterday when I found out that his two best friends at daycare are leaving. TWO. In the same one month period.

The friends that he talks about CONSTANTLY. The friends that he makes up little stories about in the car. The friends that he’s spent the last year of his short life getting to know, and love. And it’s pretty much the cutest thing ever to watch 3 little boys give each other a hug at the end of a day.

When I picked kidlet up from daycare yesterday afternoon the daycare providers said, “Friend, do you want to give kidlet a hug bye-bye?” and he walked over and hugged kidlet. And I said to kidlet, “Say, “See you tomorrow!” And the providers said, “Noo, this is friend’s last day.” And I kinda sat there stunned. Which only got worse when they said, “Oh, Friend 2 is leaving in September, too.”

People, I actually shed a tear. He’s attached to these friends. He wakes up in the morning and looks forward to seeing them. I know he will adapt to them being gone; but will he miss them? Will he be confused that they’re no longer there? My heart broke a little in anticipation of my son’s first noticeable loss.

This wasn’t something that I had even considered when I thought about what parenting would entail. Sleepless nights, fevers, choosing pre-schools…all of that I understood would happen. It never crossed my mind that I would feel sad about a change at daycare. (Let’s just get it out there – it’s possible I’m projecting, and being a little co-dependent. I admit it. Still feeling it though.)

The families of the other two boys have been friends for a while, and I’ve heard about their time spent together with a bit of envy, “Gosh, I wish *I* could break into that circle, too.” And we’ve said to each other, “We should really get together for play dates!” and then it’s never happened. (I’m terrible about making plans with people I don’t know well. What if we don’t like to do the same things? What if they’re busy with the rest of their friends and lives? As an aside, why do I always assume that other people have more interesting lives than we do?)

So here’s my opportunity. New friends for me, maybe, and continued friendship for kidlet.

Also – my kid will be 2 YEARS OLD in a month. How did that escape me until approximately a week ago???

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Mornings in the Life V 2.0 house

I’m not a morning person. Never have been. I married a morning person. Maude love him. My child is a morning person. Maude help me.

Our M,W, Th, and Fri morning routine is actually very sweet, disparate morning preferences notwithstanding:

Kidlet wakes up somewhere between 5:30 a.m. and 6:30 a.m. (UGH). Either I, or kidlet’s dad will go retrieve him from his room and bring him into our bed where he will nurse for a little while. (I am able to lie there mostly half-asleep.) Then his dad takes him and gets him dressed and breakfasted. I stay in bed and attempt to sleep.

When it’s time to take kidlet off to daycare he will receive instruction to, “Go say bye-bye to Mama,” and I’ll hear him come into the bedroom where he might climb onto the bed to give me a kiss, and say, “Bye-bye, Mama.” Or he’ll be carried into the room to say goodbye and blow me kisses.

I love that most mornings he is happy and excited to go off to daycare. I also love that I married someone who is sympathetic of my desire to catch a little more sleep when I can.


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I’ll take Random for $500, Alex.

I’m itching to start another quilt, and I’ve got some fabric that’s been hanging around for awhile, so I pulled it out. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it., but I’m absolutely in love with the color palette.


I met a blogger that I read the other day! And I acted weird. I figured out a week or so ago that her son goes to O’s daycare and when we were both there for pickup at the same time I got excited and introduced myself. And when she asked if I had a blog I froze and said, “No….”


As I realized I was lying to her, I started to think of how I could gracefully correct myself without becoming the “weird lady at daycare,” and couldn’t come up with anything so I just smiled and listened to her talk. As best I can tell, I lied because my blog is semi-private. By which I mean there are very few people who I know from the non-interwebs that know about it. I do this so that I can retain some freedom with what I write about, and because sometimes its easier to talk to my blogging friends than it is my face-to-face friends.

For instance, today I was thinking about blogging about how one of the caregivers at daycare bugs me. And I started to think, well, if this other blogger knew that I had a blog, and read my blog (Of COURSE she would read my blog. You do. And I am FOREVER grateful that you do!), I would feel weird complaining about someone she also knows, and entrusts the care of her child to.

Since she doesn’t read my blog, I can talk about the caregiver. She’s perfectly adequate, she just doesn’t seem very warm. There are 3 women that work there, and 2 of them are always on the floor with the kids, cuddling, or playing. The third…she’s just kind of…there. For instance, if I had the opportunity to hire her as a sitter, I probably wouldn’t. Though, she is the one who gets my kid to take a nap easy peasy. So maybe her strength is napping, and the other caregivers are the lovey ones. I figure this is the first, in what I’m sure will be a long line of things, where I learn to let go, and let adequate be fine.

Back to lying. Maybe it makes sense, maybe it doesn’t. Maybe I haven’t really figured out how committed I am to blogging, or how committed I am to potentially pissing people off. (Which should give those of you who knew me 20 years ago a good chuckle. When did I start giving a shit about pissing people off if I was confident about what I was saying? Age made me soft is all I can say.) I’ve been thinking a lot about becoming public. Letting my family and more of my friends know about it, because while retaining some freedom is nice, keeping secrets is exhausting. And I’m probably not gonna write anything that I wouldn’t talk to people about anyway. And if they don’t like it, fuck ’em.

Or something like that.

What about you? Is your blog “public”? Or do you strive to retain some anonymity?


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Life in the fast lane

Kidlet’s sick again.

Last week we re-introduced whole milk, and not 48 hours later he was slammed with vomiting and diarrhea. GOOD TIMES, I tell you. Twelve hours after the leaky baby started he came down with a high fever. Sad, sad baby.

I took him into the doctor on Monday, because vomiting and diarrhea seemed to point to a milk sensitivity, but I wasn’t sure where the fever fit in. His ears are infected again. And apparently diarrhea can be a symptom of an ear infection. Huh. I did not know that.

His fever is gone (YAY!), but his diarrhea is not. And ya’ll there is a LOT OF IT. And it STINKS. Ugh. Day 6 now…the doctor said that diarrhea and vomiting can strip your gut of beneficial bacteria and it can take awhile for the good stuff to come back (which would get the diarrhea under control) but I’m not sure how long “awhile” is. Kidlet’s been waking at least 2 times a night for a diaper change. He gets really upset when he poops, so I suspect the diarrhea causes some stomach cramps, and then hurts his little butt once it’s in his diaper. Poor kid.

We’re pushing probiotics on him in massive quantities to help get the good bacteria back into his gut…I’m not sure how much longer to let it go until I call the doctor. But I’m also not sure there’s anything they can do it about it. This is sort of similar to what happened in late December. That diarrhea took weeks to resolve…

Since kidlet couldn’t go to daycare earlier this week, today and tomorrow will be spent inside frantically catching up on the work I feel so behind on. Which STINKS because the weather is GORGEOUS out. Little tease of spring today and tomorrow. Bah. The only good thing is that I’ve created the BEST 80’s Pandora station and am being serenaded by the likes of Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, Men at Work, and the Bangles. Ahhh…the sounds of my youth.


As far as work environments go, it’s not so bad…

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Horrible, no good, very bad day.

Apparently I used up all my good mood Tuesday, because Wednesday was spent in a puppy-kicking mood.


O has been sick for about 8 weeks now. (Which I’ve written about hereherehere, and here. Old news, I know.) Not the same cold, just one thing after another. It started with a runny nose, then some diarrhea, then a fever. Ear infections were diagnosed and antibiotics given. Antibiotics round 1 didn’t work, on to round 2. Then a night of persisting vomiting lands us in the ER at 3a.m., then one week of NO SICKNESS, then another round of vomiting, and then 3 nights with the croup, and now we’re back to the snots. It’s come full circle. We’ve been to the doctor (or hospital) 5 times since it all started.


So none of this, taken by itself, would have me stressed out (well, I can’t say that with complete authority, but illness is a part of life – especially since he goes to a regular daycare, but also a drop-in daycare at the gym – I’m okay with colds.) but the back-to-back relentless nature of them is making it harder for me to get some perspective.


And here’s the part that combined with the above is nagging at me – he hasn’t gained more than a few ounces of weight since early October. That’s 3 months.


Last week when we were at the doctor’s office I talked to him about the possibility of there being “something else” going on. Doc said that he had also wondered about it, and had done some reading, and reviewing of O’s chart. Had double checked his metabolic screen from birth, and had decided that it’s really nothing more than the short end of the stick for this cold and flu season. At some visit (I can’t remember which one any more) the doctor suggested that the chronic runny (and so, SO foul and disgusting smelling) might be a dairy sensitivity.


So, we’ve taken him off cow’s milk, and cheese, and yogurt, and added lots of probiotics, and Vitamin D, and his poop has seemed a little bit better. Tuesday morning he had some (4oz?) goat’s milk, and yesterday had 3 retch-inducing, wardrobe-change necessitating diapers.


Okay, so no goat’s milk for a while now. And I’ll try really damn hard to find other sources of fat for him (we drown all of his fruits and veggies and grains in olive oil, or coconut oil – but his appetite is off more than on lately, so…who knows how much he’s actually getting). And I’m also thinking that maybe I should try to eliminate gluten. And then I think, “well maybe he needs to be checked for anemia, or an IGA deficiency, or any of the other dozen things that it could be.” And maybe (hopefully) it will be as simple as a food sensitivity or allergy.


But what did me in, entirely, was putting him in a disposable diaper (so I could slather his butt in diaper cream, because he has an irritated butt from all this pooping) and seeing his pants fall off. Not sag, not droop, but fall off.


I cried all morning because…well, because apparently I was having that kind of day, but also because I’m worried there is something bigger going on. 3 months is a long time to not gain any weight in. And I know his appetite is hit or miss, but…he’s 16 months and the 9mo pants I put him in don’t stay up without a cloth diaper.


I really don’t know…and it was that kind of day.


I think I’ll move to Australia.



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