July 2012
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Cold
My favorite words are “when I’m president….” followed by some soapbox speech about the cost of college or people who take advantage of government handouts. When I actually do run for president, I feel like I’ll probably receive a lot of death threats because of my cold, cold heart.
Whatever. Go get a job and you won’t have to worry about the hoops I’d make you jump through to receive $$$ from the...
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The Perks of having a Tiny Tot
People are always talking about how much they love chubby babies and their rolls on rolls on rolls fat. You’re probably not going to hear too many people say “man I love skinny babies”.
Beatrice is one shrimpy little kid. She just weighed in at 17 pounds, keeping her nicely in the 5th percentile for her age. Whenever people try to guess her age, they guess WAY under – someone...
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One-Year Stats
Beatrice had her one-year checkup last week. In usual fashion she screamed her little head off during the height and weight checks. Why are these so dramatic?! She didn’t cry a bit after they pricked her finger, yet acted like death was coming for her as we tried to lay her on the table to be measured. What a strange kid. For the first time ever, I held her in my lap during her examination and as...
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Currently
Beatrice is…
Inspired by the Olympics. She’s practicing her gymnastics routines by flinging her body all over the place. John builds pillow forts for her so she can flop around all she wants without getting hurt. He also flips her upside down in the air which thrills her.
Devouring breast milk and pretzels. Weaning is not happening… ever at this rate. It’s like she knows I’m trying to cut her off,...
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Then and Now
Before Beatrice was born my friends bought me an outfit for my “Freedom Baby” (since she was going to be born so close to the 4th of July). The dress was size 0-3 months and she wore it home from the hospital even though she was swimming in it.
Little did we know, a year later she’d still be able to fit into her 0-3 month clothes. Today the dress made a second 4th of July...
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Last Year
Last year at this time I was defeated. I was overdue. I had tried everything in my power to start my own labor. I had finally come to the conclusion that I was indeed going to have to be induced in the hospital and my sister was going to miss the birth of Beatrice.
Also, I was up wayyyyy past my bedtime… so of course, 15 minutes after going to sleep I rolled out of bed in a fog, and my...
