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Last night, I had a very vivid dream about emptying a sink full of vomit.  It was so gross.  I had to reach my hand in and pull the plug.  Disgusting.  In my dream, it smelled just terrible. Upon waking, it makes me think that I should change the sheets.  Evidently, the smell of spit up and spoiled milk has permeated my subconscious. Gross. In other news, Milo was in the paper!  Okay.  You can't actually see his face, but he's there, tucked away in his Ergo Baby.  You can find the article here .  He is a big supporter of the Complete Streets model and improving the built environment.  Randal is on the Built Environment Blue Zones committee, so will be instrumental in downtown improvements.  Some ideas include making our downtown streets two-way, removing push buttons on walk signals so that they turn automatically, and improving our alleyways. Milo celebrated his one-month birthday in Denver where Randal and I went for a f...

Tuesday morning, Milo woke me up to sing happy birthday...  the crying and grunting version.  (It really doesn't sound much like happy birthday...)  I was, of course, very happy because it was my birthday and because Milo is the cutest.  Case in point: The morning was great... until all of a sudden, it wasn't.  Milo went back to sleep at 5:30am and woke up again an hour and a half later and wouldn't be soothed.  He didn't want to eat much and the nice shirt that I had put on in honor of my birthday was soaked with breastmilk in about 5 minutes.  (The other side got soaked an hour later...)  I sat down and tried to nurse him and made the mistake of reading a book about parenting. Holy moly.  I was already failing...  less than a month into this.  I have not mastered one handed diapering.  I have not started to read stories to Milo at bedtime as recommended by the American Academy of Pediatrics (starting at birth!). ...

Randal was going to take three weeks off for paternity leave from his collective workspace. Yesterday he told me that he was going to go back from 8 to 12 every day and I immediately got my hackles up and said that he should get more time off when the three weeks were over since he was going back early.  Oops. It's been three weeks. He has to go back to work.  My, how time flies.  Milo is doing well and continues to be the cutest and smartest and strongest baby in the history of the world.  Mom and Dad are here helping out, which is great. And the Carr family came for a visit as well. (Quite different from their last visit... A lot more breast milk and a lot less wine...) I'm sleepy, but happy. As long as I take a nap, as Randal has to regularly remind me. And all is well in Klamath Falls.