From the monthly archives:

September 2008

I’m Not Sure Who To Feel Sorry For In This Scenario

September 30, 2008

I admit to checking sitemeter as often the next blogger. I’m not ususally one to write about the results, but this begs to be told.
Recently, some poor soul landed at my blog by googling this phrase:
“i totally fucked up my life”
That kind of sums it up, doesn’t it?

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Saturday Afternoon

September 27, 2008
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Baby Steps

September 25, 2008

Yesterday was a bad day, yo.
I didn’t get a shower and I freaked out because the baby slept too much (I know, someone, please give me a Valium), and the only clean underpants I had were those huge, stretchy ones that reach my ribcage and dude, I was not in the MOOD for those panties.
Can [...]

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The One With All The Cliches

September 24, 2008

Been there, done that.
Just like riding a bicycle.
Deja vu all over again.
Everything old is new again.
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I was cocky going in, that’s for sure. I’ve done this before, remember? I have a thriving three-year-old, whose current fascinations are choosing chapter books from the library and adding words she knows to a list we keep on the [...]

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Breasts On A Plane?

September 22, 2008

Did you know that there is no federal law governing the rights of breastfeeding mothers? There are plenty of state laws, but there is no one blanket statute that covers every woman, everywhere in the US, with uniformity.
So what happens when you are in the air?
I don’t breastfeed, so my heart isn’t quite as close [...]

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First Smiles

September 21, 2008
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Enough About Me

September 19, 2008

I’m sick of myself.
Seriously.
How much whining can one woman do?
A lot, it turns out. Y’all are lucky I didn’t have this here blog when The Poo was born. Gak, what a bore that would have been:
“Oh, woe is me, my baby sleeps through the night, but she wakes up at 6 AM! YES, 6 AM!!”
Oy, [...]

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Something’s Gotta Give

September 18, 2008

There is a dead fly on my window sill.
I noticed it Saturday, before I answered the phone to hear the pediatrician’s nurse telling me to bundle Shaggy up and get him to the office right now.
I knew the fly was there, even as I packed the diaper bag frantically for the hospital stay. That fly [...]

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A Few Of My Favorite Things

September 17, 2008

A fully-stocked refrigerator.
The spot on my husband’s neck,  just below his ear.
When my jeans feel loose around the waist.
White ankle socks.
My daughter’s eyelashes.
A freshly made bed.
The green mug I drink my coffee from every day.
intelligentsia coffee beans.
My son’s new smile.
Apple computers.
Reality TV shows.
My mother’s homemade lasagna.
My plaid pajama pants.
Acts of compassion.
My sister.
The watch my parents [...]

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A Normal Day

September 16, 2008

We’re home.
The hospital was, as hospital stays go, a positive one. I cannot say enough good words about the women and men who cared for us there this weekend. Their kindnesses, big and small, and their expertise set our minds at ease during a very stressful time.
Shaggy is fine. He has an anatomical abnormality that [...]

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