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Jul 23, 2006 09:59

Riley is so frickin' huge. Not in an unhealthy way, in a omigod some one hardly looks a baby anymore. He will be a year next month. He walks, has a tooth and a four word vocabulary. (Momma, dadda, dog and something sort of like "hi", complete with a handwave).

Motherhood is alot of work, but its gets easier once you give in to the readjustments. For example, the stink prince sits in my lap as I type this,with one hand, insuring that this will be brief and not of much detail. Alright, its not like I planned to scribe a treatise to solve the crisis in the Middle East, anyway. Its sort of a cliche ridden existence, full of moments solved by statements that make self help books so popular- like "don't sweat the small stuff, it won't burn any calories anyway."

But I love it not being about me so much anymore. I have willingly and greededly given up leading the train. Let Riley be the conductor, there is a reason why I keep failing my license exam.

Unfortunely, I am no longer with my son's father. Some people rise to the occasion of selfless life changing events, some get even more self centered and self destructive. He chose the later. Go figure.

The stink prince keeps nodding his head onto the computer table wityh a thud in his sleep haze. I'm off to put him down proper. Take care all you living, breathing entities, represented by ip addresses and typed words on screen.
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