I make enormous children. That’s common knowledge. There were times when Kendall was a baby that the nickname “meatball” suited him perfectly. His measurements and percentiles from early pediatrician appointments read out like measurements for a square- 90%+ for weight, 50% for height. Slowly the pudge started to melt just a bit, though we’d argue [...]
That’s 12 oz. of milk pumped in 12 hours I was away from my baby, straight from the fridge. People always ask me if I make straight cream, or milkshakes in these boobs. Whatever it is, I joke that I was a dairy cow in another life… the kind they use to make ice cream… [...]
After Kendall was born, the first and only thing I could think upon laying eyes on him as he laid on my chest and stared right at me was, “CHEEKS!” With Leyna, the word that shouted itself in my head as I held her 9lb 9oz rolly polly body between my hands was, “SQUISHY!” (I [...]
I’m recycling a blog post this morning. I wrote it when Kendall was the age Leyna is now. I have the SAME struggle with Leyna and the exersaucer or jumperoo every day. Darn those fat, wiggly babies! A Not So Fun Game We Play Every Day Mommy needs to pee/clean/brush her teeth/have a moment to [...]
