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Notes of frustration

Dear Precious Four-Month-Old Miss T: I love you more than you’ll ever know. You are just about the sweetest baby I have ever encountered. However, I’ll thank you to please stop trying to sit up every time you are in a position that is even remotely horizontal. Especially when I am trying to feed you. […]

Children, clothing and chocolate

We have mobility! Miss T rolled over from her back to her tummy for the first time yesterday. She was so proud of herself, too – once she did it, she got very smiley and started cooing and kicking excitedly. Too funny. Hopefully we can get a series of “action shot” photos this weekend. (Which […]

April showers bring much SUCKINESS. I hate you, April.

If we were keeping score, here is what it would be: Month of April = 3,472,803 Family of nonsoccermom/Modernish Father = 0 Reasons why I hate April and wish it was May, already (in list form, because that seems to be the only way I can write a post these days):

Still pregnant, still cranky

Moan moan moan, whine gripe complain.  And..fin!  Seriously, that’s all I have.  My sleeping situation seems to have worsened – I think I am officially too heavy for my own hip bones.  And since pregnant women aren’t supposed to sleep on their backs, I’ve been trying to wedge a cushion under whichever hip I’m lying […]

My cat is a moron (and other anecdotes)

I’ve reached that point in the pregnancy where I am just all cranky, all the time. I’m trying really hard not to be such a grouch, but it is difficult when you are operating on less than 4 hours of sleep a night. (It is a cruel joke of Mother Nature that the extremely pregnant […]