#4 What? I’m so confused. I was up till 1 making cupcakes for Sienna’s party today (and if I don’t also tell you that the Ogre was up till 2:30 decorating said cupcakes, I’ll be in trouble) and then up at 6 to bathe the kids (because no kidding, I literally couldn’t remember the last time they’d been bathed. When I realized that I made the same appalled, disgusted face you’re making right now) and get them ready for Sienna’s... Read more
Rhetoric is an art which leads the soul by means of words. -Plato, Phaedrus I love Christmas. I usually even love Christmas preparations. I do not, however, love Christmas preparations in this 80 degree kill-me-now weather, with a husband who finished his grading and promptly disappeared to work on his dissertation, and a baby who hates sleep almost as much as he hates being put down ever. Since I’m totally grinching out about everything right now, I might as well... Read more
*If you are my mother-in-law, do not read this post, or your Christmas gift will be ruined. A couple weeks ago I was wading through the abyss of my inbox when I came across an unopened message from a rep at Discount Catholic Products, offering me a chance to do a review of one of their products and get a free something-or-other in return. Free stuff! I thought. Sweet! I spent a while clicking through the website. It was exactly... Read more
The news out of Connecticut yesterday was terrible. And even that sentence seems trite, cliched, nothing even close to capturing what happened and how I feel and my God, how wretched it is to think of those poor little kids, about the same age as my Sienna, dying in fear and confusion and far from their parents. And their parents…honestly, my mind keeps blocking me there, as if it won’t let me travel down that path of what they must... Read more
#7 So I’m sure you’re all dying to know how my appointments with the LC and the ENT went, right? They went great. Lincoln’s frenulum, as it turns out, did not reattach, which bums me out because it means he’s not actually a Time Lord (lame) but he will be able to eat and not scream forever (maybe) and we won’t have to transition to formula. So I suppose those things are better than him being a Time Lord. Not... Read more
Well this has been a spectacularly awful day. Normally I try not to use my blog to just vent and whine (right, long-time readers? I never do that) but today sucked and I’m going to blog about it. Because it’s my blog, that’s why. After Lincoln’s frenulectomy we had three beautiful days. Three days where I saw who my son could be, who he should be. He still wasn’t an overwhelmingly happy baby, but he was content. He wasn’t frantically... Read more
I’m really late to this party, but yesterday, prompted by a red-eyed friend, I took a look at this post over at Babes in Babylon. If you say this: “For what on earth is the sexual act, if not an attempt to control the body of the beloved? This is obvious in the physical sense, as the lover tries to “control” the other’s body into experiencing ecstasy…” I am going to guess you know nothing about the female orgasm outside your rapey faux... Read more
So as a direct result of some seriously weird dreams I had last night, I woke up this morning and went searching to see if my Favorite TV Show Of All Time was on Netflix Watch Instantly. I figured it wasn’t, since, objectively speaking, it’s the most ludicrous television show ever to grace the small screen, but lo and behold, there it was! So I’m spending today cuddled up on the couch with my yet-again-sniffling-minions, reliving my high school days... Read more
#7 I totally didn’t make it back yesterday for an update on Lincoln. Sorry about that. I was pretty busy snuggling him the rest of the day. This kid is such a trooper. He really surprised me yesterday. The anesthesiologist, bless his heart, was familiar enough with breastfeeding guidelines to only request a 4-hour period of no feeding for little Lincoln before surgery, so at 3 o’clock a.m. I fed him one last time, put him back to sleep, and... Read more
So I’m up at the crack of dawn, swilling tea to calm my pre-op nerves and reading my current favorite blog, so I figured I might as well share it with you guys. It’s called Wifeytini, which is obviously the best blog name of all time ever, and it is HI-freakin-LARIOUS. Sarah has a mouth on her that would make a sailor blush (which I kind of love) so don’t click on it if you don’t like curse words. Actually,... Read more
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