i am starting to have a complex. no matter if i am standing him on my lap to have a heart-to-heart conversation, sitting him on the kitchen counter in his little baby chair, or even nursing... there is always, ALWAYS something more vitally important and fascinating just out of sight over one of his shoulders. such that, he must twist and turn and squeal and reach and thrash and squirm to get it.
i suppose this is the price one pays when one's baby starts to figure out you're not the only thing of interest in the world. i support and encourage this knowledge, and welcome the proof of the development of his ever-wrinkling little brain. i just wish this discovery didn't hurt my wrists so much!
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the blog is the accident, not the baby. hee hee.
whose blog is this?
- jamyla / oyin mama
- i'm jamyla / the oyin mixtress. new mama. happy wife. no drama, loving life. HA!
'accidental' ??
i've been blogging on and off since 2001. daily, monthly, random, themed, in hosted blogging communities and out in the wind. i took this blogger name as a lark in 05 or 06, when i was blogging about moving into a new home, and looking for a place to write down my at times quite psychedelic dreams.
then in 07 me and the hubster decided to have a kid. which gave the title a whole 'nother slant.
and there you are.
click on through to the early archives if you want to see general bloggishness from back in the early days; if you're not into the more mommyish things i've been musing about lately you might enjoy my older stuff. either way thanks for stopping by! :o)
then in 07 me and the hubster decided to have a kid. which gave the title a whole 'nother slant.
and there you are.
click on through to the early archives if you want to see general bloggishness from back in the early days; if you're not into the more mommyish things i've been musing about lately you might enjoy my older stuff. either way thanks for stopping by! :o)
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