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Teething.

Poor poor baby!! Two dagger-like teeth digging up into his gums.

I dream of sleep

Ok, the first thing I'm going to write about here is a bit gross.

I thought that since I haven't been pregnant for four months, things woul dbe normal-ish with the bod.

But now I am enjoying post-partum hair loss.

Kind of ewww.

My hair comes out in creepy piles.

Like a runaway pet.

Apparently it'll stop falling out soon.

Hugo is awesome, and he's pretty close to crawling. I mean, I really don' t know, never having done this before . . . but he does scrunhc his knees up under his legs and then push like crazy.

It turns out I'm going to stay in school - hurray! My other option was living with my parents, so, yeah, it's good.

My supervisor is cool. She asked me if I have much time for work, and I said, well, about an hour.

An hour a week.

She seemed fine with me working at this pace, and I'm glad she is proving to be a feminist in action, not just words.

I'm tired. Will I ever get enough sleep?

I was thinking of what I would do if I could do anything I wanted for, say, four hours.

I would sleep.

Everything is Better with Baby

Baby and I had a great time in B.C.

I especially liked: playing board games; hanging out at the house of M, K, A, and A or M.A.K.A., I like to call them; looking at the blue blue sky of the cariboo; eating My Mum's mincemeat tarts (we call them mincemeat farts); visiting my awesome Uncle in Kelowna at his palatial house with huge leather furniture, Persian carpets and enough food and movies to wait out the apocalypse; having a lovely visit with Hugo's Daddy and seeing them bond lots and fall in love with each ; other, and generally seeing Hugo see B.C.

Everything is better with baby.

Even Alberta isn't so bad.

We're going to a "parenting" class tomorrow. Yes, I am suspicious. Yes, I signed up for it of my volition. Perhaps just to cruelly mock it, perhaps to eagerly seek a Mum friend, perhaps in hopes of free things. Perhaps to learn something.

I will report back.

Here is what Hugo can do now:

smile, laugh, kick, google, coo, perform Deleuzian rhizomatic analysis, almost roll over, and hold his head up.

He rules.