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My Personality Meets Motherhood.
We took Emory to the farmer’s market at McCarren Park earlier today. We had a good time. I was a little neurotic about the cool air, the sun, and whether or not the stroller along the bumpy, city terrain was jiggling his head too much. And then I worried about the dirt and the trash…
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The Vaccination Situation.
Edited to add: I wrote this back in 2007. I have since come a long way regarding vaccinations. Therefore, I feel it’s my duty to link to this update. I am now militantly pro-vaccine. I find Jenny McCarthy to be dangerous and awful for what she has done. I went on to have three children,…
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Basal Cell Carcinoma and Mohs
The call came in. The spot I wrote about last week is indeed cancerous. This is what I know. I know that basal cell carcinoma is the most common form of skin cancer. I know that 97% of the time it’s totally treatable. I know that it has a tendency to spread, which means I…
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A Serious Talk
Yesterday Tobyjoe and I had a talk with Emory intermittently over the course of an hour. We were at a local tapas restaurant in Williamsburg. We sat outside and sipped a glass of wine while they pumped music into the garden. Grace Slick came on and Toby said, “Emory, people think this woman is cool.…
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Where Are You?
I’ve done this before but not since 2004. I’m yearning to envy. Where are you now? Where would you rather be? What is your view? I’m in Brooklyn. I’d post a picture of my view but it’s basically just a wall and a dark TV screen. But the picture below pretty much sums it up…
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Breast-Feeding: Take Three
On Wednesday I had my six-week checkup to find out if everything healed OK. It had. I also had a lot of questions for my doctor. Some of the questions were about my boobs. I’m gonna be honest. I’m exhausted. I’ve been seeking medical advice from the Internet and comparing my own experiences to other’s…
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Cry it Out?
I’m curious to hear real life stories about the “cry it out” scenario. When did you let your baby cry it out? Did you let your baby cry it out? Did you find it cruel, difficult? Would you not dream of doing such a thing? If you’re afraid to use your real name for whatever…
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An AHA! Moment.
I used to hate it, seriously hate it, when family or friends said, “You’ll understand when you have kids of your own someday.” It seemed they used this in response to everything. I saw it as a way shutting the childless up. “We can’t have this conversation because you haven’t had kids.” It seemed so…
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I Should Have Asked the Dermatologist for Thicker Skin.
There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t feel badly for something I do to Emory or something he does to himself. Take right now, for example. I put him in a car seat so I could do the dishes, write this, and tidy up. Why does this make me feel as though…
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Emory's First Video
I barely captured Emory riding his imaginary bicycle. Click here to see him move! Move! (Or on the image below.) I love it when babies do that leg thing.
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