Motion Detectors

Babies come with so many fascinating parts. Cute little button noses. Tiny cold toes. Itty Bitty mouths with incredibly precious smiles. And motion detectors. How does he do it? Grady can be fast asleep for an hour. The minute, no…

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Playdate

Grady burped. Dylan laughed. We went home.

Baby Cheeses

Ok, I know I have two posts in a row about “baby” somethings but this is worth a read. I never thought food shopping would be a luxury I couldn’t indulge in. There’s no time. Therefore there’s no food. Of…

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Baby Clients

If you work in advertising (or any industry at all) you can probably relate to this. Babies are like those really difficult clients. You work all hours of the day for them. They have no idea how hard you’re working.…

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I Used to Love The Beatles

I can only listen to lullabye renditions of The Beatles’ music so many times before I lose my mind. But it’s better than listening to renditions of Grady’s lungs. So… The Beatles it is!

Mommy Math

I’m so thankful that I paid attention during math class when I was younger. I remember wondering when I would ever need such skills. Now. Now is the time. I need math now. Grady eats at noon and that takes…

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Baby Shaker

Probably not a good name for my new invention but it would be an awesome invention. Something that attaches to anything and gently shakes/rocks it. So you don’t have to. Like the arm of the stroller while you’re sitting at…

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Babysitting Tears

So I came home one day and the babysitter was sitting on the couch holding Grady… crying. Of course I was concerned and ran over to see Grady and find out what was wrong. The babysitter is a 50-something woman…

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What a Piece of Shit

I’ve never been so excited to see poop in my life. Grady pooped. After hours of screaming and crying and me trying any trick in the book to get him to this point. I see it coming and I am…

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Push!

There’s nothing sadder than a constipated baby. Unless you’re the mother of a constipated baby.