Monday, June 28, 2010

Hello Neighbor

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Hayden has picked up a new habit. He changes his pants multiple times a day, carefully hanging them in his closet with the utmost care. I thought he was taking after his Daddy (sigh, that clothes hound) until yesterday. Yesterday, I caught him singing the Mr. Rogers "beautiful day" song and realized Hayden's beautiful day involves changing his pants a gazillion times instead of his sweater like Mr. Rogers would do. Poor little fella, he can't reach his shirts and coats, but if he could, I can promise you, they wouldn't include a cartigan sweater...

Friday, June 25, 2010

Little Hercules

If that which does not kill you makes you stronger, I'm gonna freakin' be Hercules...

Friday, June 11, 2010

Get Your Sexy On


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Dear Mr. 25 mph,

While I appreciate and admire your efforts at 'Bringing Sexy Back' on your sporty scooter, please be aware that you did it at the expense of waking up my slumbering baby. You see, when one must slow from 55 to 25 mph on a major road, sleeping children wake up. Well, at least mine did.

By the way, I enjoyed following in your Razz parade while admiring the air brushed American flag on the back of your helmet, but next time, let the hybrid pass you.

Sincerely,
A Woman Envious Of Your Style But Not Your Ability To Drive A Child-Sized Scooter

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Three Cheers For Breast Milk



I have but two things on my mind right now. 1. Medela is most certainly Latin for hades. I resemble a dairy cow, constantly being pumped by a plug-in device. 2. How much sleep must one miss before delusion sets in? I actually tried to drink my own Medela-fied breast milk today. I must stop multi-tasking while running on three hours sleep. Don't attempt to get ready to pump your terribly worn out nipples and prepare coffee at the same time. Well, unless you want to relive the John Travolta Look Who's Talking scene like I almost did today.

And just let me toot my own (breast) horn for a moment. You're not a real woman until you can pump both breasts, bottle feed, and read Goodnight Moon while a five year old sits on your lap...all at the same time. Good times.