Tonight could be labeled “and then you get pregnant again” because amidst all the apprehension of the impending birth, sleepless nights, and 3am diaper changes, our daughter gave us a glimpse in to the reason we decided to throw caution to the wind (or, rather, sperm to the unprotected vajajay) a few months ago in the hopes of creating another one. Tonight, as we read her story and kissed her good-night, she said to us, “Thank you, Mommy. Thank you, Mommy and Daddy.” All on her own, no prompting, and no death threats.
Today is one of those days that makes me... Read more
Granted, I don’t go around telling girls to get knocked up in High School as a regular expression of my brilliance, but I’ve been thinking of this a lot lately. I mean, what’s with all the “finish graduate school” and “get a stable job” and “have years with my husband first” crap? Really? When you compare it to the blissful layout of the following list. (Yes! It’s a LIST! I know I know…)
10. Boys are always horny. No need to Read more
Today I finally cashed in on a gift I received back at the start of January.
I’ve never had a professional massage in my life. Hell, I only spell “MASSAGE” correctly about ten percent of the time. Usually I have it on a wish list as a “Message” and people gloss over it with a flushed face wondering what kind of “Full Body Message” I could possibly mean. (Porn, obviously.) So, one... Read more
I’ve done amazingly well this pregnancy, in terms of not actually going to the ER for random bits of complete nonsense. I can tell, though, as I get closer to the end (Did I hear a PRAISE JEZUZ?!) I find myself becoming a wee bit more worrisome. Or freakish. Either way.
Compared to last go-round, I’ve been amazingly calm. With my first pregnancy I called the doctor no less than 8 times for various “pains.” I freaked out three times with false labor, thought my water broke once, called the hospital because I was SNORING TOO MUCH (I swear to god, it hurts to... Read more
Sure, we don’t have the same hair, or the blue eye-shadow, or the youthful glint in our eyes, but we were molded during the era of butt-rock and we’re here to pass along the wisdom of bad rhyming and cliches to the next generation, one time-out at a time.
For those more annoying whining moments wherein the toddler is Soooo Hiigghhh... Read more
I’ve talked openly about my child’s refusal to nap and its subsequent effect on me. We’ve been battling the “Nap Issue” for some time now. Eons ago, Oma said “perhaps she’s just giving it up?” to which I threw tomatoes at her and booed very loudly. I may have even hissed, I’m not sure. Either way,... Read more
This weekend we did some of the “to do” items from the “before our lives change and never really go back” list. We finally did some small things like put up the ties for the blind-pulls so the toddler doesn’t end up strangled while we ignore her to feed the baby. We re-arranged their closet to fit all of CB’s new baby things. We got the stuff to stain the diaper changing station and a few other home projects that we’ve neglected. Just having marked off several list items made me feel like this little man actually might fit in our tiny house.... Read more
I don’t often speak of political or late-breaking news. I usually don’t touch current affairs. I leave those topics to the so-called “experts” But, quite honestly, the latest information about the VA Tech tragedy is eating away at my hope for the future. I’m sad and horrified on behalf of the families and friends of the victims. But the fact that we’re allowing video from the killer, we’re allowing our kids to watch him get his fame, his air-time, his... Read more
Today we caught a glimpse into our youngest child’s world. While a mother knows many things about the person growing inside of her, like his resting times, his active times, which body part is poking her ribs, the Dad only hears second hand, “He’s moving! Come here quick!” There are times, I’m sure, that Mr. Flinger feels a little slighted with the experience of growing an actual person. There are times, that is, until I’m puking or swelling, failing diabetes tests or having contractions. Today, though, he had the chance to peek at his first... Read more