Forty Weeks Later

Category: Mama Speaks

  • Mama Speaks #13

    Mama Speaks #13

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    The closest I will ever get to breasfteeding, is squeezing liquefied Fancy Feast down a plastic tube.

  • Mama Speaks #12

    Mama Speaks #12

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    Isabel is learning how to use a fork. Needless to say, she has not mastered the muscle coordination of this task.

  • Mama Speaks #11

    Mama Speaks #11

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    “Will she be a conductor or a dictator?” A kid learning to communicate is both amazing and annoying. In the beginning, there are no words, it’s just a lot of pointing and moan-grunting. But I also can’t help but wonder, “What will they be?”

  • Mama Speaks #10

    Mama Speaks #10

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    I think she’s German. Everything sounds like ‘Nein.’ While it’s possible Isabel has some German heritage passed down through my Jewish side, whatever language she is speaking isn’t German. Spanglish maybe, but not German. See, language is wonderful, when it bloody makes sense. A baby learning to talk is definitely cute and fascinating – but…

  • Mama Speaks #9

    Mama Speaks #9

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    If I didn’t have boobs, I’d still be sleeping. Breastfeeding is a very personal decision. But it’s also hard (so I’ve been told) and incredibly fulfilling for those that (a) are able to do it and again, (b) choose to do it. Mrs. FWL falls into both categories. I have to admit, breastfeeding allowed me…

  • Mama Speaks #8

    Mama Speaks #8

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    Can I Google ‘How to make your baby laugh?’ Just like adults, some babies laugh more than others. Isabel has always been, and still is, more of a serious baby. She observes everything, soaks it all in, and then, if you’re lucky, shows some emotion. Early on, she was a tough nut to crack. She…

  • Mama Speaks #7

    Mama Speaks #7

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    If we were in a Facebook relationship, it would be ‘It’s Complicated’. Mrs. FWL said this to Isabel yesterday on Father’s Day, and it couldn’t be more true sometimes. We want them to nap, they want to play. We want them to eat food slightly chunky, they only eat pulverized puree. We want them to explore…