Night-Weaning: Attempt #2; Night #2

We’ve been through the night-weaning a lot lately. It was working well the first time; he was sleeping until 3 a.m.! But then he got sick. And couldn’t breathe. And wasn’t eating well. And I just couldn’t refuse.
He’s better now. Teething, but that’s not going to stop anytime soon. […]

She Saved His Life

I knew it when she was born.  I knew it when she first smiled at me.  I knew it when she first told me she loved me.
I knew it when she first told God she loved Him.
She is a blessing.  She has made my life so much better.  She has made me so much better.  I […]

The Difference Between Girls and Boys - #2

Olivia never left bite marks on my thighs.

11:00-6:30

I am invoking all kinds of bad things upon me by bragging about this, but…
Benjamin slept seven! whole! hours! last night.
We might be doing something right…

The Great Crib Transition: What We’ve Done Thus Far

I’ve recently pounded out my co-sleeping, cry-it-out beliefs to you. For you. With you? I said I fully believe in the benefits of co-sleeping with a newborn. However, when my babies reach approximately 12 months in age, I start desiring a bit more room in the bed. And a bit […]

Milestone: First Prayers

Two days ago, at dinner, Benjamin folded his hands for the first time during prayer.
::sniff::
Two days prior to that, Olivia uttered her first prayer before serving us a good heapin’ helpin’ of plastic fruit and vegetables.
Her prayer went something like this: “..uuuhhh.. Jesus… uhhh… Amen!”
::sniff::
Please, God, let me
Train [them] in the way [they] should […]

The Difference Between Girls and Boys - #1

I never caught Olivia with her hand in the toilet.

Meet-and-Greet Monday: The Birthday Party

(See also: the year in pictures.)
I’m taking the easy way out. With my newer, faster Internet, I can do such fun things as upload directly to Picasa! And then embed a slide show! With over 50 pictures because I don’t want to take the time to decide the keepers and the losers!
Enjoy!
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To […]

To Benjamin:

Apparently, you don’t want me to write this anymore than I. You’ve become the master of micro-naps. Currently, you are asleep in the sling.
Whoop, no, awake now. And quite sweaty. But in a rosy pink, could-you-get-any-cuter type of way.
You’re staring up at with with your studious blue eyes and furrowed brow. […]

I Don’t Want To Write It

It’s coming dangerously close to that time of year when I have to spew out maternal-hormone-soaked drivel about my babies getting older.
I don’t want to do it.
Because I don’t want to believe it.