When I picked Lane up from daycare yesterday, the girls at the center (as we’ve come to refer to them) were marveling at how much the little guy had grown over the four days of the holiday. My milk supply was a little low, so I’d expected that he’d consume one of the frozen [...]
Lane had a great first Thanksgiving. My parents flew in on Wednesday at midday. Tad braved the traffic to retrieve them at the airport, then the three of them picked Lane up at daycare. Mom & Tad spent the afternoon baking, and Dad went shopping for dinner. In other words, I [...]
Apparently last month a woman was kicked off of a Delta flight for nursing indiscreetly. The flight was late in departing, she started nursing her kid, the flight attendant asked her to cover herself with a blanket, and she refused. I don’t blame her, that would be hot and uncomfortable. Also, supposedly [...]
Lucky me, I caught Lane’s cold. Started as a sore throat Sunday night. I stayed home on Monday thinking I’d be able to get some rest, but it was not to be. Lane went to daycare as usual, but work was busy on Monday, and my one chance for a nap I [...]
Lane has his second cold. This one is worse than his first. His first cold was very mild, just the snivels, presumably because he caught it from me and was getting my antibodies. This one he got himself, and so far Tad & I have no symptoms. Today I found an [...]
I think I heard a giggle last night! Ok, maybe I’m reading into it … but it’s about the right age, and he sure is smiley. I was swaddling him for bed and he was smiling away (showing no sign of being sleepy, but that’s a different post topic), and he let out [...]
Tad is out of town today and will be back Thursday evening. He left this morning before 6am (he has a conference in LA). Which means I get to get Lane up in the mornings and bring him to daycare. Well, this morning, nursing him was hilarious! Of course I do [...]
Lane has been at daycare for two weeks now, and things are going really well. I was braced for any number of manifestations of separation anxiety – sleepless nights, fussy evenings, bottle and/or breastfeeding strikes – but so far (knock on wood) we’ve had no such problems. As Tad put it, he seems [...]