• baby,  barf,  Hutton

    Hutt the Gentle Giant

    I made Taylor come home from work early the other day because I couldn’t deal. My eyes were being crazy and bloodshotty again, Hutton was extra screamy for some reason (possibly because I tried to sneak dairy into my diet – as if his digestive system wouldn’t notice – in the form of not 1, not 2, but 3…fine 4…break-n-bake cookie dough squares), Beckett wanted to play “where’d the (pretend) fire go NOW?” 837 times, and I literally could NOT keep my eyes open. I fell asleep on the couch, at the table during breakfast, putting out fake fires…I had sudden onset narcolepsy. Honestly, I thought I had sudden onset…

  • baby,  barf,  Hutton,  parenting

    Reflux Sux

    I love this picture of the Hutt man. I love it because It’s one of a few pictures we have where he’s almost smiling. Why doesn’t he smile a lot, you ask? Because reflux and RSV and whatever viral complication from RSV he currently has. This is how he’s looked for about 70% of his life so far. It’s really sad, I know. Between normal reflux and exacerbated reflux from the 2 viruses (thank you, kids at Beckett’s preschool), his 9 week existence on planet earth has been a rough one so far. He eats, he spits up by the bucketful, he cries. Repeat. Sometimes he naps restlessly in-between. A…

  • barf,  Beckett,  parenting,  toddler life

    Driveway Ticket, Pond Diving, & Chuck E.

    [Hey purrreents and youth people – a few social media posts over at Patheos for you if you are interested: one on the video app Vine, and one on the joys and woes of the “disappearing”-photo app that is SnapChat. What else should we talk about?] Driveway Ticket Did you know that cops sometimes pull you over in your own driveway? I did. Because it happened to me about an hour ago. I saw him pass me about a block from my house, pull a u-ey, and follow me right up into my driveway. Lights a blazin. Right in front of the new neighbors I haven’t met yet. “Hi, welcome…

  • barf,  Black Friday,  family,  Papa,  travel

    Black Friday & Granny Mags

    It’s good to be alive. We’ve had a very eventful week that had the potential to be the death of me. Beckett had his first flight (post to follow…sometime) and first road trip (6+ hours). My favorite event of the week, however, had to do with the craziness of Black Friday. Black Friday As mentioned in the post about buckshot/birdshot (or whatever kind of shot we try to find in our Thanksgiving food), we spent turkey day this year in the thriving metropolis of Pocahontas, Arkansas. We kept seeing the ads for the deals at Walmart starting Thursday night at 10, so my aunt, uncle, cousins, mom, brother, and myself…