I should write a children's book with that title ( Read more... )

...until you find your hand full of baby-poop, and can stare dumbly at poop sprayed on the wall.

How do they DO that?!

Oh, God.

By this time next Friday, I'll have a baby daughter.

I'M NOT READY!

*panics*

Our town's Christmas parade was last night at 6pm. I'm still trying to figure out why any town would have it so soon after regular working hours on a weeknight, but Hubby says it's always been that way. Guess I'm still too used to my hometown doing theirs on a Saturday afternoon ( Read more... )

I've been searching everywhere in the last two months--brick and mortar as well as online stores--to find a keychain bragbook. I bought one at our local Wal-Mart before Logan was born (has little yellow ducks on it), and now want one for Dana ( Read more... )

( New Baby news )

And I honestly mean that in the most humorous way possible ( Read more... )

Yesterday, according to MiL, Logan spoke his first two-word sentence. Obviously, I can't authenticate this--I have to take her at her word. If it IS true, then my child really does live to make a mockery of me. Why, you ask, do I say this? Well, MiL says Logan spoke these immortal words:

"Pass gas."

*headdesk*

I've come to the undeniable conclusion that attempting to give my in-laws every reason to like me is an exercise in futility.

( The scoop )

My teeth are what's making that awful sound, BTW.

I've had it up to HERE, today. I'm so pissed about everything. "What happened?" you say? Let me tell you.

( As if you expected less. )