The problem with a “go baby” 30/Dec/2006

When LB was three weeks old, I decided she would be a “go baby.” I’m not one to be happy at home for very long and the thought of staying in the house with this new person who cried and pooped and ate all the time made me roll my eyes constantly and weep in to piles of tissue. I needed out and she was going to go with me.

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Conversations from the backseat 22/Dec/2006

Today, as we were driving home from playing at the park with Paige, I decided to go through town so LB could go on a bridge over water and see the big buildings. We drove by Mr. Flinger’s Alumni and I pointed out that is where Daddy went to school. LB was quiet, and I repeated, “See? That is Daddy’s college. Daddy went to school there.”

We drove a bit more and she could see it better so I told her again, “That’s... Read more

Maybe we will have adjacent jail cells 20/Dec/2006

I’ve been trying to teach LB not to steal things. There is a fine line between looking at something and being tackled by security guards. The line is called THE DOOR and this concept is lost on my two year old.

LB loves to manhandle things. Toys. Books. Radios. Glasses. Still, at over two now, she has the grip of a Banshy and yells, “MINE MINE!” and strikes out for whatever fancies her attention at the time. More than once, this has been another buddy at the Paul Frank... Read more

The Nazi Nurse *updated 18/Dec/2006

I had an OB appointment today with the “new OB.” It wasn’t a recommendation from anyone specifically, but he had a spot open for a new patient. Now I know why.

The “nurse” came out wearing heels, capris with nylons, and a bright pink sweater under the white coat with name tag “CARMAN, RN.” She had huge puffy bleached hair and a thick German accent. She started out ordering other people around while I waited for her to take me back, to what I only could assume would be, a nazi camp.  She barked at me to put my coat down and step on the... Read more

Officially wearing lycra since 2004 15/Dec/2006

You know how your balance is off during pregnancy?  And you know how I already have issues with being a klutz? Disaster is sure to follow.

I won’t list them out for you (trying to keep some level of pride here) but lately? I’m not just off balance, I’m off kilter, off skilter and hilter.  I’m a loose hinge.... Read more

Ghost of Christmas Past 13/Dec/2006

Lately I’ve been reflecting on our past few Christmases. We’ve moved twice since last year, the year before that LB was just brand new and before that I was blissfully two months away from puking from my first pregnancy.

A little while ago, I read Laura’s post about Sophia crying and remembered LB’s first Christmas.  I have vague memories of screaming and not sleeping. I remember leaving her for the first time and coming home to her dressed like a Read more

Dear Santa 12/Dec/2006

I have a very l large list for Santa this year. Santa, honey? Listen up.

I’d like my patience back. You know the stuff that keeps you from totally losing your shit on your two year old because you are pregnant, hormonal and tired? And she’s.. well… two? I’d appreciate it and I know LB and Mr. Flinger would, too. So let’s just put this on all our lists. Patience for the mommy.

Also, my sex drive and maybe some lovin’. We have at least six weeks after the baby is born for no nookie and, I’m thinking, three good months of me being so... Read more

Oh, Christmas Tree 11/Dec/2006

And you thought picking out a garbage can was hard...


Just arrived so this is still fun!


We’re wet but going to have a good time!


The look of optimism

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pondering 10/Dec/2006

When I unveiled the new template, Mr. Flinger asked, “You took down the snowman?  What, you can’t handle that much cheer?” It’s not that I’m not a happy person. It’s just that I’m not a happy person RIGHT NOW. I struggle with the desire to be positive and kind and warm and the image of knitting pot holders and saying things like, “gosh darn I burned the brownies. Shoot dang.” In my heart I want to not judge others but I’m so defensive about being judged. I’d like to keep my mouth shut at times but it’s a short... Read more

Internet Explorer and my two year old: a toss up 09/Dec/2006

I can’t decided which I am more frustrated with today. IE or LB. They both throw tantrums when asked to behave. They both push my buttons until I’m ready to yell. Neither of them plays nicely at times and neither of them gives a rats ass about web design.

Look, let me come right out and say it here. I gosh-darn strongly dislike Internet Explorer. (LB threw out the word crap the other day followed closely by damnit. I am now speaking only in “rated LB” terms around the... Read more