As I told you in Part Une, My husband and I were supposed to spend a nice Saturday in town, And I could barely get out of my sweats. I could barely get out of bed. Plus, on top of the way I was feeling, the way I was looking was not so hot. Take my normal hungover look—a look ...
A Be-In
We are camping out, staying cozy and snuggled up on this RAINY Saturday. Perfect, for me. I love a good PJ party. However, it looks like someone forgot to pack his pajama pants. Hey, guess it has finally paid off to have a wife who is a perpetual-over-packer, now hasn't it?
Have you ever taken off your bra and dangled it in front of a crying baby’s face, in a pinch, as a make-shift toy? Yeah, um, I totally haven’t done that. Come to think of it, have you ever typed a blog post with one hand, while using the other hand to wave a lit-up Blackberry in baby’s sight-line, while nursing and singing ...
you are my sunshine
This afternoon, during the great deluge, my husband scooped the baby up into his arms and took her to the window. I couldn't hear what he was saying word-for-word, but I could make out enough of his voice to know that he was telling her about the rain she was seeing. The two of them stood, staring through the ...
The Proposal, Part Une
Once upon a time, I met the love of my life. We fell in love, immediately, Declared our love, loudly, In the streets, Burst out into song, In public, And had little bluebirds land on our fingertips as our hands joined together to form a perfect heart. Come on. You know better than that, by now. The truth is, I met my husband, Our relationship grew, We fell ...
Cleared, clearly
When I went to my OB for my 6 week postpartum checkup, the Doc cleared me to resume normal life activities. He told me I may not want to go too crazy, and start running 3 miles again.... Um....again? I had to tell him that I've maybe run 3 collective miles in all of my years. In any case, he told ...
leader of the pack
My two loving, adorable, cuddly dogs suffer from the condition of selective hearing. That is I'm-in-denial code for they just don't listen. Now, this is not always the case. You tell Ziggy to sit, and the boy sits. You tell Ziggy he's being a good boy and Lola comes running (diva, much?). However, when they're in backyard play-mode, it's ...
daddies and diapeys
My husband is the samurai of diapers. The diaper king. Nevermind that he had never changed a single diaper before our daughter was born. But, because of my c-section, and subsequent innability to move more than a fraction of an inch without being in absolute agony, He had to learn, and he had to learn fast. On the job training. And, he ...
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