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As I’m typing this, I have a sweaty man child lying on my chest.

Oliver’s been a sleepy guy since his shots yesterday.  I gave him a couple of rounds of Tylenol yesterday to counteract some of the injection site pain, but he’s had nothing today since his leg doesn’t seem to be painful and he’s not feverish.

Mom kept Cara yesterday so that we didn’t have to deal with her screaming and being bored while we waited to see the doctor.  Turned out to be a good idea since we waited for about an hour.  I showed my boobs so many times while we waited that I lost count. Boy’s gotta eat.

Just try to fix everything…

My sidebars aren’t showing up correctly.

Looks like EVERYTHING from my original blog has been lost/deleted/whatever.  Please bare w/me while I try not to go completely insane.

Last night was a tough night.

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve bathed Cara and after a bit of playtime, have told her that it’s bedtime and to find Ugly Dog and to head on into her room.

She fusses and bitches, but follows me into her room, nonetheless. I nurse her and lay her on her velour crib sheet. I kiss her forehead and wish her a good night.

Since she was about six months old, I’ve employed the “Ferber Method” - something that I thought that I would never do.

Before I became a mom, I made grandiose plans for enriching family time activities and warm, fuzzy moments of true togetherness.

Picture an unholy mix of June Cleaver, The Waltons and a dash of Body Language.

Reality has caught up with me and is laughing its ass off.

I find myself with an extremely active nine month old, writing responsibilities and a husband who has a demanding military career and just picked up a second job.

Our “family time” has suddenly morphed into a real-life version of Mouse Trap.

can feel the wind shifting; I know it won’t be long now.

My previous week of high productivity is quickly coming to an end. I’m looking around the apartment right now and I really could care less that the kitchen is a wreck. (sorry Kate)

I am washing some clothes right now, but, with respect to full disclosure, the cat did pee on some of them. It was either wash the clothes, or smell cat piss all day; I chose to wash them.

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