December 8, 2009
The Babyman grabbed his shoes this morning as his father and sister departed for the day.
“Go go!” he yelled in his throaty little voice. He turned to me, hair falling in his eyes and pink yogurt on his chin. “Go go?”
I shook my head, both in answer and exasperation. Babyman turned 16 months old on [...]
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December 4, 2009
We think he’s in cardiac arrest.
Just tell us, is he going to die today?
Yes.
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The Poo took a spill in the master bathroom tonight. She was fooling around, getting in and out of the tub to amuse her little brother. She darted into the bedroom and I shooed her back to her bath.
I heard a terrible [...]
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