Archive for the 'My Sweet Babboo' Category

In which we made this choice & now must follow through

Tuesday, December 21st, 2010

Rerun’s first passport arrived in the mail before he was three months old.  We got to use it when we headed to Canada for Thanksgiving.  It’s a little embarrassing how many bags we packed for just a few days.  We had more bags then usual because we planned on going snowshoeing and had to pack [...]

In which I return to work and get stuck on a bus

Wednesday, November 24th, 2010

Judging from the picture in my last post, it’s been an entire month since I posted anything.
Oopsie.

To make up for it I’ll sprinkle this post with photos of our sweet (not so) little Rerun.

While I’d been working part time from home since Rerun was about 9 weeks old I officially started back, full time, [...]

I which this baby is different then the first one

Monday, September 27th, 2010

They say every pregnancy is different and that every baby is different.  Babboo was such an easy baby and so much fun that I tried to not think about what kind of a baby Rerun might be.  I didn’t want to jinx anything.  I wanted Rerun to sleep through the night as soon as Babboo [...]

In which I compile 10 different posts into one post with bullet points

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010

I’m down to weekly doctor’s appointment.  Which can only mean one thing: internal exams.  (Are they called “internal”?  Probably not.  But you know what I’m talking about.)
Note to every person (in real life) that has asked:  “My due date is the 18th.  But NO, I don’t think I’ll be having this baby any time soon, [...]

In which the pressure is getting to me

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

I’ve always said that one of the hardest things about being pregnant is having to come up with a name for your kid. Naming someone is a huge responsibility. Essentially the name you give your child plays a big role in how they will be perceived for their entire life.
Sidenote: Why do we [...]

In which a fairy tale conjures nightmares

Thursday, May 20th, 2010

hile watching Primetime TV a few weeks ago The King and I were interrupted by Babboo letting out a horrific scream from upstairs in his bedroom. We’d put him to bed over an hour before and had been confident that he was asleep.
Clearly he wasn’t.
The King ran up the stairs (my running up the [...]