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Babies Don’t Keep | immrskeller
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One pilgrim's progress. Babies Don’t Keep. October 6, 2013. I came across this poem and it perfectly expresses how I feel about being a working mom. My standards for the house have dropped, and I’m fine with that. Something has to give. So here’s a sweet poem, by a Ruth, dedicated from me to my Ruth. Mother, O’ Mother, come shake out your cloth,. Empty the dustpan, poison the moth. Hang out the washing, make up the bed,. Sew on a button and butter the bread. Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
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Four Months Away from the Best and Worst Day of My Life | immrskeller
https://immrskeller.wordpress.com/2013/02/12/four-months-away-from-the-best-and-worst-day-of-my-life
One pilgrim's progress. Four Months Away from the Best and Worst Day of My Life. February 12, 2013. Before I start, two things: 1. This will not turn into a baby blog, I promise and 2. Read the footnotes and disclaimer before you get upset.). To do the NT screening or not (we didn’t). To find out the gender or not (we aren’t). To vaccinate or not (we will). To circumcise or not (assuming it’s a boy, we will). To cloth or disposable diaper (cloth). To return to work or not (I have to). But by far, the big...
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Feathering the Nest | immrskeller
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One pilgrim's progress. May 31, 2013. Last Friday was my last day of work before my maternity leave started. I have four months of state-paid time off to prepare for, recover from, and bond with little Baby TBD. The first week has been glorious. I’ve spent most of my time a cliche, barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. I’ve discovered the joy of a midmorning weekday grocery run (no crowds, friendly cashiers! The first official day I should’ve been at work but wasn’t. Slept in a little....I plan to org...
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Your People Will Be My People of Walmart | immrskeller
https://immrskeller.wordpress.com/2014/01/28/your-people-will-be-my-people-of-walmart
One pilgrim's progress. Your People Will Be My People of Walmart. January 28, 2014. Today I resigned from my job of almost eight years. It took me at least five attempts to do it. I kept chickening out, not because I feared a bad reaction, but mostly just because it was a huge thing to do… And it’s just one of the many huge things I have to do in the next four weeks. We are moving to Illinois. I’m no stranger to being a stranger. I’ve moved a lot. I ain’t skerred. A few weeks ago I framed this print for ...
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What will it bee? | immrskeller
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One pilgrim's progress. What will it bee? May 3, 2013. The two questions you get most when you’re expecting: “When are you due? 8221; and “Is it a boy or a girl? 8221; No one asks. If it’s a boy or a girl, they just ask which it is. At first I’d answer, “I don’t know! 8221; but that always led to, “When do you find out? 8221; So now I say, “I don’t know, it’s a surprise! The totally adorable diaper cake at my shower. There are definite benefits to not knowing the sex of the baby. So how about drawbacks?
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learning not to cry over (spilt) milk | immrskeller
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One pilgrim's progress. Learning not to cry over (spilt) milk. July 9, 2013. Bottle-feeding. Not part of the plan. Eatin like a champ. From → Uncategorized. Larr; Feathering the Nest. Child’s play →. Leave one →. July 10, 2013 9:43 pm. July 11, 2013 12:40 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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immrskeller | One pilgrim's progress | Page 2
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One pilgrim's progress. Why My (Possibly Hypothetical) Little Girl is Not a Princess. May 20, 2013. As I’ve blogged before. The title of Princess implies a perfection and a superiority. If you don’t agree, consider this definition of. I think the reason Princess culture appeals to little girls is the same reason Harry Potter captured the imaginations of millions of children. It’s the idea that you could possibly be. Another favorite of girls’ clothing manufacturers. Is she a confident, empowered, success...
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Child’s play | immrskeller
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One pilgrim's progress. August 30, 2013. And here I am. A new mom. My daughter is just now at the age (10 weeks) when toys have started to interest her. She stares, follows with her eyes, and makes attempts to bat at them. I have a tendency to over think a lot of things and sometimes get political when there’s no need to, and the topic of toys is no exception. So here is my manifesto. My favorite toys for kids are things like blocks and Legos. Whether they follow complex instruction sheets or constru...
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Happy half birthday, Roo | immrskeller
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One pilgrim's progress. Happy half birthday, Roo. December 6, 2013. You are half a year old now. I knew nothing about you for the nine months I carried you around inside, except that you hiccup a lot. But I’ve learned a lot about you in the six months you’ve been in the world. You are petite. Having been a chunky baby I didn’t expect to have such a small girl. You’re in the 8. You are so happy. We love your smiles and giggles and how easily you share them with everyone. You are Ruth, a sweet little girl ...
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roo’s debut | immrskeller
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One pilgrim's progress. September 4, 2013. I was due June 17. Knowing that Father’s Day was June 16, I bought Curtis two cards: an expectant dad card and a first Father’s Day card. I hid them away until I knew which one would be applicable. A few notes: As I discussed before. We had planned a natural, unmedicated, intervention-free birth outside of a hospital, attended by a midwife. The baby’s gender was unknown. Dad, and his still swollen and somewhat bloody newborn daughter, in love. Never Miss a Word.
