Tagged: Evelyn

Hating

Hate is such a strong word, isn’t it?  Still, in certain situations, little else seems to fit the bill.  Or, say, if one has had a rough night, then the word “hate” is rather appropriate.  So here is what I find myself hating at this particular moment in time: that...

Adventures in My Weekend

OY.  We haven’t even been through Sunday yet and I’m already feeling like i’ve had a very full weekend so far.  Some of it good.  Some of it… well.  Maybe not so much. Friday was a lot of fun.  We met Kile’s sister, her husband and boys at the hotel...

Wrap it up

I feel like I’ve got a head full of cotton this week or something.  I’m starting to think I’m not getting enough caffeine.  This is something I may have to remedy this next month.  Because I need to function.  And when I catch myself staring at the wall during downtime...

Sleepy Sunday

We went to the drive-in last night and saw “Get Smart”.  A good time was had by all and the kids were pretty cooperative.  Evie even fell asleep in her bouncer seat, after craning her neck so she could see the movie screen.  Goofy girl.  Still, it was late, late,...

It must be Friday

I’m not entirely sure, as my inventory of days seems to be COMPLETELY out of whack lately.  (Evie is officially three months old today?  It’s a Friday?  It’s JUNE??)  But I’m going to take everyone’s word for it.  As it is, I am having a hard time formulating coherent thoughts...

Back to Nature

So we went camping on Saturday.  We could have gone up Friday night but in addition to being nervous about how Liam would deal with sleeping in the Great Outdoors, we had some shopping that needed to be done Friday evening and Kile wasn’t able to get off work early...

All about boob

Evie is creeping up on 10 weeks old.  Can you even believe it?  It doesn’t seem like it’s been ten whole weeks since she was born.  And I’ve been nursing her, like a champ, those whole ten weeks.  It’s about now that women start to know if nursing is going...

Return of the big baby

Once upon a time, I had a baby named Harry. Harry was born at a normal size (7lbs, 5oz at 40 weeks) and was exclusively breastfed. He grew to ginormous proportions. His fat rolls had fat rolls. He was corpulent. A basketball with smaller basketball shaped appendages. Adorable, yes. Rotund,...