Category: Davis

Little Little Brother

“So the other day my son, David — I mean….Davis….” – actual words that came out of my mouth Being a third child is a struggle. Being little little brother is definitely a struggle. We had a BABY vs. WILD themed birthday party last month to celebrate one full year of his surviving the suburban wild. It […]

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Bro-thday Bash

One year and one week ago, I was miserably, hugely pregnant with our 3rd. I didn’t care when he came out or how he came out, just that he came out. So on the night of our firstborn’s 4th birthday, I didn’t even care when I started feeling signs of impending labor as I play […]

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The Evolution of Infants

At Mom Rush Hour at Chick-fil-A a few weeks ago, my toddlertastic son broke out of my grip and sprinted full speed into the crowded parking lot. I took off after him with his baby brother on my hip. (I would say the baby was “hanging on for dear life” but the truth is he is THE WORST holder-onner I’ve […]

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The Day After Little Little Brother was Born

[To pick up where we left off from the last post, little little brother, Davis, has been born and he is awesome.] Our newest Taylor tot was born at a hospital that opened earlier this year – the rebranded, relocated version of another hospital in town – which seems great. New hospital, new rooms, new everything besides staff. And […]

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On the Night Baby Little Little Brother was Born

On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same.” But before the night of August 23, 2015, this: “If this baby doesn’t come out like, right now, I am going to perish.” – me, every day […]

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