'Le Petite Bebe' Archive
Up for Air
The gentleman of the manor has arrived! Bennett Anders Myler was born on Wednesday, July 23rd at 3:46pm.
He’s lucky to be so flippin’ cute because sir is a taskmaster; we change him, feed him, burp him, change, rock, try to sleep, feed, burp, feed, burp, change, try to sleep, change, feed, change… I’m fortunate to [...]
Browsing le Boobtique
A large wall decal featuring a woman nursing twins used to hang over the breastfeeding aisle at the local baby boutique. She held one in each arm, like footballs.
The first time I saw this poster, a “woop” slipped from my lips. Renate rolled her eyes.
Breastfeeding doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I’m just a bit caught off-guard [...]
Rearrangements
Renate and I have reconfigured our apartment at least thirty times since moving in. Why? Because someday one undoubtedly looks back and says, I wish I’d spent equal amounts of time in the dining and living rooms.
Last fall we retooled our dining room into a sitting room. Two leather chairs face the television, with a [...]
The New (Virtual) Member of the Family
The last rough edges have been sanded off, and the lacquer is dry. Introducing the Myler Family Photoblog.
You may notice all the posts have been authored by me, but that’s temporary. Some of us here are still breaking in our blogging shoes.
We’ve backdated a bunch of pics - cruise around the archives or click ‘next’ [...]
The Future, in All Its Glory
My sister called during her drive home last night and we had a few minutes to catch up before she walked through her front door. After that, it was pretty much a lost cause.
“Do you hear that?” she asked as my niece shrieked in the background. “She’s saying, ‘no bathtime, no!’ Oh lord, now [...]
This is Not My Room
The guest room closet of our apartment has always been the home for homeless things. Non-seasonal clothes, wrapping paper, tennis rackets, framed diplomas, an old typewriter, wall-mounted wine glass racks, the box that (household appliance) came in… If an object doesn’t clearly belong anywhere, it gets sucked into this black hole.
But now someone is moving [...]
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Last November I wrote about our lengthy return trip from Germany, how it took us nearly two hours to get home from the airport. By the time we walked through our front door, it was roughly 3 a.m. in Germany but only 8 p.m. in Chicago. We vowed to stay awake for at least an [...]