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Name: Amy
Gender: Female
Interests: writing, reading, running, farming and gardening, midwifery, cooking, being a mother and a wife, listening to Zach make Laith laugh in the bathtub
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2/22/2004
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| A fatal spelling error, recently noticed, in my own username (!!!), has compelled me to change my address. So here I am, now: www.highestland.blogspot.com Xanga won't let me change my name without paying them money. Shucks. I used to secretly judge people based on their spelling ability...now I repent. | | |
| This morning, while doing laundry, I found change in Laith's pocket...what?? For the past few days, Laith has been running around saying, in reference to Bela, "He came out of Mommy's bottom!" hmmm... But it sounds more like "bah-yum". A few days back, Laith was scratching his bottom and I, perhaps wrongly, assumed it was some parasite thing. He said, "My bah-yum is itchy," and so I chopped a large garlic clove, stripped down his pants, and stuck a piece in his butt. (Hey, it's a natural remedy, so I've read!) He starts telling me that it's burning, and is crying, so I tell him to bend over while I try to get it out. He's on his hands and knees and I'm telling him to push as if he was pooping. It was very much like delivering a baby. Long story short, Zach had to come in with his multi-tool and pull it out, all the while (L's screaming, I'm telling him to PUSH and fighting bizarro laughter) saying, "WHAT were you thinking?!" Anyway, a day or so later, Laith was helping me put clothes away and said, "My bah-yum is itchy." I turned around, perhaps too zealous for the occasion, thinking of a game plan, and said, "Really??" And he, looking at me and then quickly looking away, as if entertaining a private realization, said, "No, my bah-yum's not itchy," very casually, as if to play it off, and then hastily trotted out of the bedroom. Hilarious child. Not so funny stuff: He's in a diaper this afternoon. Too much crapping in his pants. Never before! Why? Why? So gross. And I don't like it, or understand it. Favorite granola flavor poll? Also, Bela says hi. (the man at 3 weeks) 
Not the greatest picture, but I find that time, and memory (as in remembering to charge the camera battery), are hard to come by, lately. I'm sleepy. Edit: By the way, guys, the whole garlic clove incident wasn't nearly as traumatic as it sounded. Just re-read this and realized it could have come across as pretty awful...but anyway. No one has a favorite granola flavor? C'mon. If you like granola, let's hear it. | | |
| Today I found a wonderland of forests and clearings outside of my door - ok, I was shown this place by my son (eldest) and husband who found it yesterday morning on a hike while B and I did laundry. Goodness. I am ecstatic. We hiked today and Laith insisted on wearing Vaca (his stuffed red cow) in the sling, along with wearing his Dodgers hat and green sunglasses. SO CUTE, and I don't even have a picture. I'll have to attempt to re-create the moment. I had Bela in the wrap, and I said, "Look, you have Vaca in the sling and I have Bela in the sling." He said, "No, you have Bela in the WRAP and I have the sling." Funny, attachment-parenting, babywearing kid. What's the difference, really, I thought... Must go get ready for church and wake up Laith and Zach from their nap...clean up urine from my legs as Bela breastfeeds and dodges his diaper, once again. | | |
| New window unit in the front room, which is really, apart from our bedroom, THE room. (comprised of kitchen, dining room, living room, etc, etc) That's all. Pretty cool. | | |
| Thank you all so much for the encouragement. It helps, a lot. I feel like such a dork...my support network is over the internet. Sheesh. At least I know some of you in, "real life." Although, yeah, it really does help to talk to people and read about other women's experiences, even if we don't know eachother in person. We should have a super-xanga vacation meetup. I guess Cornerstone is kind of that...anyway. On the home front: Two nights ago Bela slept like an angel, one that sleeps a lot, and I was stoked. Last night he didn't sleep much, but nursed about 6 times. He must be trying to get himself fat. At least he didn't cry unconsollably; that' s what's really trying. And I'm getting used to no ac during the day. I think babies are probably able to accustom themselves to things that we, as adults, complain about. He may just need to nurse more. So I feel less dramatic and urgent about it. I'm not sure why. Perhaps I am acclimating. Pictures? 
Bela at 3 days old. Little man. 
Proof of birth. 
Our little family bedroom. Soon we will move our beds off of the floor. Too many ants and bugs. Too much mopping and sweeping involved to feel clean. 
Brothers. 
Naptime. 
Spaghetti eater. 
Chilling on the couch.    
Bela in the wrap on market day (watermelon festival). Thanks, Haley, for the link to the front cross carry! 
Laith on our porch, fake smiling. I've resorted to telling him not to smile during some pictures.    
My handsome boy, hanging out on market day. 
Zach serving watermelon lemonade, made just 30 minutes prior (like a crazy I Love Lucy episode in our kitchen, exploded over with watermelon juice) at market day. 
Evidence that my baby boys have John Travolta chins. (Bela a few days ago.) | | |
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