*"Boob is Good Food." That's Jo's motto.
*Irish whiskey. That would be Co's breast milk.
*General Fusster. We call him that when he's having a cranky day (like today!). We can't be the only geniuses who came up with that term.
*The Mayor. My mom has decided Jo is going to be mayor of our city (this would be one of the cute funny things about my mom). After all, he has the Italian and Jewish vote all sewed up.
And a picture: here's the boy, drunk on the Irish whiskey.
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he is so very beautiful--and i agree w/ oneofhismoms about his resemblance to mister reeve or mcgregor.
I used to call it "magic knockout drops". It was probably over a year of this before I realized that a single kidless friend thought I was drugging Eva to sleep every night!
He's so pudgy and cute! I want to eat him up - alcoholic content be damned!
Squeak's always been a power-nurser, but I suspect we lucked out in some ways not having him from birth - i'm sure he would have been nursing around the clock.
Lots of babies nurse for 20-30 minutes at a time, even when they're older. I think it would drive me crazy. Though, if it meant they went longer between feedings (like overnight)...i might get used to it!
We kept track of things by writing them on paper. Archaic, I know. But it worked for us and we didn't need to type with one hand.
Here's the stupid thing we'd say... then we found out that all our other new parent friends said it, too. When baby starts to cry: "There's no crying in baseball."
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