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Demà, divendres 13 de desembre us esperem a l’ al mati Can Babetes i a la tarda






















Recorda que fins aquest divendres pots participar en la recollida de juguerois. Que cap infant es quedi sense la seua joguina!




🎄📢Demà dijous 12, a les 17.30 h, darrera Hora del Conte de l'any! Un Nadal diferent, a càrrec de Núria Urioz🎄




🎄 Obrim inscripcions al Lleure de Nadal del ! 🤸Campus poliesportiu per a infants dels 6 als 11 anys! 🗓️ Del 30 de desembre al 3 de gener 👉 + info:







de en les joguines i el joc. Els han de poder desenvolupar tot el seu potencial en qualsevol àmbit de la vida, respectar les diferències i no discriminar per raó de gènere.




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In this study from and researchers investigated the prevalence of and risk factors for acquired in a contemporary clinical cohort of with critical .













Aquest cap de setmana hem tancat el trimestre de la Jugateca de Can Buxeres i la setmana passada ho vem fer de la Ludoteca L'Avet però no us preocupeu que el Club continua en marxa tot el desembre i tenim Casal d'Hivern per als dies de festa




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An Introduction

Hello out there, to anyone who may be reading this. I’ve decided to start this blog as part of coping. Part of healing. It’s November 29th, 2019. I lost my baby on March 16th, 2019. I was seven weeks and two days. Not a day passes that I don’t think about my baby. About the little soul I carried, and cherished, for those short short days. How I desperately tried to hold on, knowing miscarriage runs in my family. 

I never stop thinking about how I let my family down, my husband.. He is suffering just as greatly. We’ve been together since eighth grade, just he and I against the world. We were so sure, so ready to welcome player three. 

But I guess some things are just too hard to move past. I thought I could suck it up and move on, put on a brave face. But every day it gets a little tougher. And the holidays.. Well.. They hardly feel real anymore. 

I’m twenty three now, and I had been trying to get pregnant for years. It just feels like it may never happen, may never come around. 

I just remind myself that each day brings something new. I still love my husband and my family, our pets and our home. I will continue living for them for now, until I can find my reason for living again. 

Please know, I will always accept any questions or advice, anyone wanting to just talk. Anyone wanting to just vent. You can message me any time. I will always be around to support those parents who are fighting these feelings, who are struggling to tread water.

My name is Amber, and I am a mother. Thank you for joining me on this journey of healing. 

Baby weight

The concept of baby weight is just weird to me. Does it just…disappear after you have the baby? Is it transferred to another dimension? Is it just retconned out of existence like it never existed in the first place?

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This is why we have regulations, because we cannot rely on pesticide makers not to use metals in their pesticides without government intervention.

While those kinds aren’t regularly used, under pure laissez fair capitalism without government oversight, they were and we are (and literally our babies) are paying the price.

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This is why we have regulations, because we cannot rely on pesticide makers not to use metals in their pesticides without government intervention.

While those kinds aren’t regularly used anymore, under pure laissez fair capitalism without government oversight, they were and we are (and literally our babies) are paying the price.

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This is why we have regulations, because we cannot rely on pesticide makers not to use metals in their pesticides without government intervention.

While those kinds aren’t regularly used, under pure laissez fair capitalism without government oversight, they were and we are (and literally our babies) are paying the price.

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This is why we have regulations, because we cannot rely on pesticide makers not to use metals in their pesticides without government intervention. 

While those kinds aren’t regularly used, under pure laissez fair capitalism without government oversight, they were and we are (and literally our babies) are paying the price.

A list of things I have seen babies cry about:

-Having a bib put on

-Being told ‘goodbye’

-Being picked up

-Being put down

-Sleepiness

-Being put in bed

-Being taken out of bed again

-'No, you can’t suck on my leg’

-Other babies crying

-Having a messy diaper

-Having said diaper changed

-Hunger

-Being presented with a bottle to satiate said hunger

-Having said bottle taken away again

-A Minnie Mouse toy

-A Barney toy

-Being told not to hit/bite/sit on another baby

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“Naps are good and as you can see, it is hard being a baby gorilla—it sacks you right out. Over the years, I have seen a lot of infants and young gorillas fall asleep in strange places/positions, just like human infants! Here are some fun photos: Baby Zahra with Toni (top left); Zahra with Toni (top right); Kamoli with silverback, Mac (bottom left); and Kamoli with Pongi (bottom right).” 

quote and pics from https://www.instagram.com/columbuszoo/

Out, Out

Desmond has been doing so well on our SOCIAL CALLS lately. Thursday we went into work and he met a grip of new people (Jin, Emma, Jimmy, Kayla, Tyler, Bill, Christine) as well as revisiting some old pals (he ALWAYS laughs at Bronwyn, is she MAGIC?) like Erica Lauren’s epic nails. We (HE) napped on my lap in my(?) dressing room for 40 minutes and then we hung out with Anita a bit. Discussed Halloween costumes, etc. He’s going to be Jack Jack. I will not be in good enough shape to be elastigirl, so Anita suggested Edna. That, I can make work.

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Friday we walked to our playgroup date. It was at a beautiful house with a POOL so Des had his first swim time! It was an incredible feat for me to be unselfconscious — I’m 25 lbs overweight, haven’t touched self-tanner or NAIR in months and I was wearing my husband’s basketball shorts… but I wanted him to dip his toes in. I wanted him to feel weightless again and by some miracle, that was more important than my side profile or the meaty, white thighs that cradled him for his 40 minutes nap. Yes, you read that right—he is on a hot streak for 40 minute naps anywhere and everywhere.

His personality is blossoming and he can MOSTLY hold his neck up and finally, the world seems wider. I have six weeks left.

He slept in his crib last night — as opposed to his bassinest — and I swear to you I was ACHING at his being farther away. On Saturday I was away from him for 3 hours and MISSING HIM.   

Sometimes he could probably sleep longer but I’m like HELLO CUTE BABY ARE YOU AWAKE LETS PLAY. 

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We can play now! He grabs stuff. He babbles. He’s roll-y and kick-y and has lots of opinions. 

I have six weeks left.