Category Babies

Postscript Poem

Little girl, I love you so, But you’re a crawling tornado. You’re cute – it’s true – but underneath, You have the mind of a devious thief. I found my brush in the soup pot. You put it there, you sneaky tot. What is the appeal of the commode? And why must you destroy our […]

Just Because

Little girl, I love you so, More than you will ever know. Your back, your ear, your teeth, your nose Every day, my heart just grows. I know that there will come a day When you’ll grow up and move away. But right now, in your babyhood, You’re still all mine and that is Good.

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Take me to the head mommy blogger. I have a complaint I need to voice. I feel I am owed an apology from the mommy blogger collective for something they failed to tell me. Sure, they told me that the first weeks would be hard. They told me that I should get used to the […]

Would a C by another other name be as sweet?

…Or some other wrong paraphrase of a poorly-remembered Shakespeare line. This is the post where I write down all the nicknames we have made up for C and regularly refer to her with so I won’t ever forget them. Nicknames sometimes have a short shelf life, but that doesn’t mean they’re not special. Bunny Buney […]

Why Public Changing Tables Are the Bane of My Existence

Let’s talk about going out in public with babies. Let’s narrow it down and talk about changing the diapers of those babies. Let’s get even more specific and discuss the changing tables provided by establishments when you have to change said babies. Let’s get tangential and notice that I have selected changing tables as a […]

No offense, but no. No no no no no.

Wee Cee is going. She’s on the move. She’s pulling up and ingesting various objects and yelling and screaming and crawling away from us at a wicked pace when we try to collect her to change her diaper. Now that she’s hit nine months, we’re actually using that little strap on her changing table because […]

The Other Side: Notes on the Ninth Month

Even though we all know that 40 weeks actually equals ten months rather than nine (or at least those of us who have actually been pregnant know this, as that last month is probably the most miserable making us acutely aware of the passage of time), I can’t help but think that Miss C has […]

Over the Meadow and Through the Woods

Alternate title – Well, This Should Be Fun: The Christmas Edition Ashley will be hosting the big Festivus for the ‘Pressed of Us finale here on Friday because I will be a bit indisposed. B and I are gluttons for punishment and we have decided to make the trek home to Memphis for Christmas. In the […]

Reason Eleventy Billion Why Being a Parent is Worth the Poop

Before you start reading this, put on a song you love. If you want some suggestions, there are a few selections from my soundtrack I listened to when I wrote this here, here, and here. I am not a dancer. Me not being a dancer goes hand-in-hand with me being self conscious. I feel like […]

The Other Side: Notes on the Eighth Month

To the baby who will eventually read all these posts about her development over her first year: I’m sorry this is going to be a short summary of all the stuff you’ve been doing. You are currently napping in your swing*, and I have no idea how long your slumber will last. Writing about you […]