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my son

Eleven and the Harmonimato.

Diabetic Mommy By July 24, 2017 Tags: , , , 3 Comments

Hey there little Guy, “YEAH!” is your favorite word.  You are a crawling affirmation of everything.  You make me feel a teeny bit like I gave birth to Lil Jon.  YEAH! “YEAH!!” All the time, from you.  “YEAH!!”  At the grocery store and in the car and at Grammie’s and when we pick Birdy up from camp.  “YEAH!”  While you’re…

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Seven Months.

Diabetic Mommy By March 27, 2017 Tags: , , , , 2 Comments

To my Little Guy, Suddenly, you’re not so little. Over the last few weeks, you’ve growth-spurted in a way that’s made every plant in this house super jelly.  Pajamas that once fit with room to spare are threatening to hulk out at the feet and your appetite is already edging towards the scary things that moms of teenage boys told me….

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Five Months.

Uncategorized By January 25, 2017 Tags: , , , , , , , 3 Comments

To my Guy, Five months old!  (And I’m pretty sure I forgot to write you a letter at the four month mark, so here’s a quick high five for turning four months old a bit back, too.)  Five months ago, I was excitedly awaiting your arrival and folding piles of baby clothes.  Now, I am greeted by your big, toothless smile…

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“How is it going?”

Diabetic Mommy By January 4, 2017 Tags: , , , , , , 7 Comments

“Oh, I had so much trouble even getting out of the house when my babies were little.  You seem like you have it all together,” said the physical therapist as she massaged the tendons in my arm to alleviate the inflammation (thanks, tennis elbow as a result of playing … baby tennis?) I would have laughed really hard if she hadn’t been pressing…

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Just Past Three.

Diabetes and Family, Diabetic Mommy By December 8, 2016 Tags: , , , , 5 Comments

Mr. Guy Smiley, Hallelujah!!!  You have started SLEEPING and it makes me want to hit the caps lock and sing your praises.  Thank you, sweet boy, for finally deciding that nighttime is the best time to sleep.  I don’t even care if you ever nap predictably during the day because you sleep at night.  (Remind me I said that.)  Your…

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