On the left side of the sanity bell curve
When Cara was about a month old, she started crying a lot. That’s saying something since she cried pretty much all of the time anyway. From 5pm till around 1am, Cara would scream and cry and fuss and not even a boob in her mouth would calm her down. We had The Happiest Baby on… Continue reading Hairdryer Parenting
Simple setting: Cara and me sitting in front of the TV on the couch right before bedtime. I was watching House [cause I wanna have his babies] and Cara was 1/2 watching and 1/2 playing. Of course Cara started paying attention to the show right as the sick chick started convulsing and everyone started screaming.… Continue reading Guaranteed to Scar Her for Life
It seems like these days that everyone is either getting pregnant, is pregnant, or is having a baby. One thing that I loved about being pregnant was the clothes. I know that sounds 100% counter intuitive judging by the picture to the left, but seriously, the maternity clothes that are out there really rawk. There… Continue reading I Miss Maternity Clothes
Tucker doesn’t like infants; he finds them “uninteresting”. When he first said that to me during the wonderful period of postpartum hormone craziness, I automatically assumed that what he really meant was that he hated Oliver and wished that he hadn’t been born. I was wrong. Imagine that. Tucker completely meant what he had said. … Continue reading I’m Special
“Just wait till that second baby comes. You’ll be begging for help!” “Hope you don’t like sleep. Having two kids means that you actually get four times less sleep.” “If you thought that you didn’t have any free time before…” For some reason, people feel the need to try and scare the shit out of… Continue reading Hazing and Parenthood
Here is a shot of the Rose Damask Orange side of my Baby Hawk. My “serious” face is actually me realizing that while I cleaned the bathroom yesterday, I completely forgot to clean the mirror. This is the other side of the carrier. The pattern is called Cream Bascha. Doesn’t that have a nice ring… Continue reading Picture Day
Yesterday was a perfect example of why Tucker does the laundry. Some back story. Tucker has taken to piling the accumulating dirty clothes on the floor in front of the washing machine. He had intended to wash the pile of clothes but school and life in general got in the way and he didn’t get… Continue reading Washing Machine Woes
The past couple of days have been interesting. I’ve been meaning to write these little nuggets of goodness but just haven’t had the desire to actually do anything productive. Day before yesterday, Oliver was feeling a bit warm and had developed a dry cough. Since the rest of the house had been sick, it wouldn’t… Continue reading Stochastic* Friday
Tucker’s such a giver. And sometimes I wish that he would keep stuff to himself. Like his germs. There’s no reason to share those. Saturday Tucker developed some kind of Ebola thing which left him weak and on the toilet for a good part of the day. Monday, I woke up sick. Luckily, I still… Continue reading Sickness and Baby Legs