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Happy Baby, is a 2004 novel by Stephen Elliott.
Shaye was a Canadian pop group, consisting of singer-songwriters Kim Stockwood, Damhnait Doyle and Tara MacLean who left the group in 2007.
Feeling at ease with oneself and surroundings. It may be that something has happened in a relationship or environment that brings a deeper level of relaxation and sense of security.
A grain used for food, such as wheat, oats, or corn
A grass producing such grain, grown as an agricultural crop
grass whose starchy grains are used as food: wheat; rice; rye; oats; maize; buckwheat; millet
made of grain or relating to grain or the plants that produce it; "a cereal beverage"; "cereal grasses"
A breakfast food made from roasted grain, typically eaten with milk
grain: foodstuff prepared from the starchy grains of cereal grasses
Six Months!
Exactly six months after the birth of our baby boy we found ourselves at The Farm in Snohomish, WA, accompanied by Grandma, and the tail end of baby's first cold.
Each moment seems like it brings another new thing he couldn't or didn't do the moment before. The subtle way he changes, becomes more capable, while remaining the sweet boy we know, continually amazes us and we are captivated by it.
His first cold was hard on us, but really we are happy that he seems so hearty and maintains a happy disposition regardless of his health. We know it could have been much worse and it will be much worse. Just a speed bump. The hardest part is knowing that this will become the status quo around here, fighting off colds, late nights, snotty babies, and exhaustion all around.
By the time we arrived at The Farm, he was doing much better; though, snotty and coughing a little. He had a really nice time spending a warm, fall day with us and his Grandma. We went on a hay ride and we all selected a pumpkin.
Later that evening Little Alvin had his first taste of "solid" food in the form of rice cereal. I have pics, obv.
ninety-five (drama) of 365
It's been an off day for Owen. Not sure why. He slept on me the moment I got home, which isn't like his usual routine, and when he woke up to eat, he couldn't decide if he was happy or upset. By this time there were tears, so we had to pack it up and start his bottle. Usually after this feeding he'd be falling asleep, but he decided to wake up. And then eat another ounce. And then go to bed. I'm kind of worried he'll be waking up any second.