Barnabas Monkeypants

We’re having another baby. It’s been a little more difficult than when I was pregnant with Henry, what with all the puking and the reflux and the insomnia. Raphe’s had to shoulder a little more than his share of the household duties as a result, and consequently posting here at Barnabas Monkeypants dropped off a cliff.

I can’t yet say we’re back with a vengeance, or that we’ll post with any kind of regularity. But we’ll try. In the meantime, a funny story:

Raphe had to travel for work last week, so I was taking care of Henry solo. I was having one of those days where I was just constantly nauseous. I picked Henry up from the Anisha’s at the end of the day, drove him home, got him into the house, and promptly ran to the bathroom to wretch. Henry, now no stranger to me throwing up, followed me into the bathroom. I really don’t like him watching me vomit, but I guess it has become sufficiently old hat to him, because he pushed me away from the toilet and said, “Move over, Mommy, I want to barf, too.” And then he spit into the commode. “All better now.”

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One more thing. Today would’ve been my grandmother’s birthday. I miss her a lot, but the kind of nice thing is that Henry (with his surplus of Blome genes) occasionally looks a little like her. Also, he can’t pronounce the “ch” sound (not unlike native speakers of German, such as my grandmother), so he’s been calling chicken “SHICK-en” in true Oma style. Like fatterpatter (instead of caterpillar), I’m going to let this go uncorrected for as long as I can.

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