Oh, baby!
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It’s a girl!
It’s a girl! It’s a girl! It’s a girl! It’s a girl! It’s a girl! It’s a girl! It’s a girl! Nam is currently at 26 weeks, and we couldn’t be happier! ——- Nam’s belly is 2 weeks bigger than normal, according to the doctor… I’ll get around to taking a photo sometime.
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Max @ 10.9 kilograms
I don’t know why I like this vacant look so much, but I do. I think it reminds me of spacing out so much when I was a kid – when my imagination was unbound by the constraints of adult reality.
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Max is being bad today
He came home from a trip with mommy and threw a tantrum so long and so hard that he finally barfed all over daddy. Then he nearly wriggled out of daddy’s arms when put in the shower. Then he fell asleep for 30 minutes, woke up in a foul mood, and bit mommy’s shoulder and wouldn’t let go. I cannot imagine what having two will be like.
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Pink Water Buffalo Photos!!
A few weeks ago, Nam wanted to buy some more maternity clothes so we got in the car and headed off to Non Kuan Chang (sp?), a nearby village with the best silk shop in the region. The shop is run by my coworker’s mother-in-law, with several looms and weaving machines on an elevated bamboo work area outside and an extension of their big house used to hold/display finished products. I took photos there the first time I visited Sarakham seven or eight years ago and need to do so again; today I’m not writing about silk though. Max had fallen asleep in the car on the way, and since…
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Pinky’s still alive
I found some snaps I took with my phone pretty soon after they arrived. Here’s one:
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Five jive colors of haplessness (aka Maxie Brushing Chicks)
Luring them in. Brush! Brush! Brush! They got away! A few weeks ago, Max’s grandmother brought over these little guys from the night market in a neighboring town, Nong Vang. I wasn’t really keen on the idea of keeping them at first because I was afraid Max might kill them… He’s still too young to understand his strength or about hurting things. Sure enough, the couple weeks was filled with episodes of Max almost strangling the yellow one, Max stomping on the yellow one and hurting its leg, and as shown above, Max coercing them into various forms of Godzilla role play. As it turned out, however, the chickies were…
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blue swimming cap
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2 days without mommy
Mommy’s gone to Bangkok for a lexicographical conference at the Queen’s Park Hotel; the last time we were there she opened for Yoshimoto! Daddy! and Maxie!! Alone!!! Actually, he’s over at his grandparents’ house with his aunt tonight and his nanny is here every day from 8 to 5, so it shouldn’t be so bad.
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Backwards Baby Bjorn
Yes, it works*. And yes, those are red boxers with white hearts on them. No, that’s not why I took the color out. I did that because my complexion turns to “mottled tomato” on really hot days (lots of those in Thailand). The screens we’re going through are goza-like rolls we’ve hung from a curtain rod in front of the front door to block the sun at the end of the day, because our house faces the sunset. *It doesn’t quite feel right, though, maybe a bit like putting a t-shirt on backwards.
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18 oz.
Last night marked a new record in baby pigginess: Max downed 18 ounces of formula in one extended feeding, over the course of around one hour. 18 ounces! 18 OUNCES! 18 OUNCES TO FREEDOM!!
