tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30786752.post5968035388828572063..comments2023-10-09T09:07:18.186-04:00Comments on My Ecdysis: The Irony of His First LaughLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16013142465038823597noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30786752.post-38642909854811184152010-03-03T19:09:01.855-05:002010-03-03T19:09:01.855-05:00The first time I heard my niece laugh (the closest...The first time I heard my niece laugh (the closest person I've ever felt a baby-bond with), I fucking burst into tears. Babies are weird and evoke weird feelings. I mean it was like heartbreak and happy-crying all in one when that happened. No wonder I was afraid of that kid.<br /><br />Also, happy belated birthday to a fellow pisces. And I hope tomorrow is a day with more chuckling all around and more eating. xoxoJoan Kellyhttp://www.cdm2.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30786752.post-1538452816635942612010-03-03T12:27:26.830-05:002010-03-03T12:27:26.830-05:00Oh my GOSH, this was awesome. More, more!Oh my GOSH, this was awesome. More, more!Jennyhttp://bringatorch.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30786752.post-1616923961078921292010-03-03T02:11:31.129-05:002010-03-03T02:11:31.129-05:00this sounds so familiar in our family as well, esp...this sounds so familiar in our family as well, especially the face-stuffing at 9pm part! have you considered the possibility that he might be teething? most of the babies i know have this kind of fussiness when their gums are sore and tender. isaiah might be too young for a popsicle, but he might appreciate a cold damp rag to chew on. good luck!Gladyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12926050353462847606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30786752.post-66456258531374195812010-03-02T23:25:59.152-05:002010-03-02T23:25:59.152-05:00Oh, mommy, I don't miss those days.
Although,...Oh, mommy, I don't miss those days.<br /><br />Although, I remember this funny little moment when E was about 10 months old and sick with a nasty ear infection (he had them constantly), and he'd been crying and crying all day. I was at my wit's end and had been walking him all over the apartment all night with a cool washcloth on his head, trying my hardest not to scream. I put him down for a moment so I could do something else, and when I came back he was sitting there sobbing with the washcloth still on his head. He looked so pathetic. It was so funny I chuckled, and he stopped crying for a minute and looked at me, and then he laughed too. And went back to crying for the rest of the night. But it was like we'd shared our first moment of communal absurdity.Laurenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03152545076885697491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30786752.post-54776091338425534462010-03-02T23:10:20.554-05:002010-03-02T23:10:20.554-05:00And blessings upon your head for writing it out, a...And blessings upon your head for writing it out, as well. You capture it so well.<br /><br />Someone once told me- the difference between good mothers and bad mothers is good mothers just *think* about defenestrating their children...Beccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15356974556397009124noreply@blogger.com