(uuuuuuuh)

It has taken me over 3 months to think up something to write on this blog.

And I think the well is still dry. *sigh*

wouldn't it be loverly if.....

...10 Hershey's Kisses made up for a day of half-eaten meals, a 2 hour walk with a baby who refused to sleep (only to fall asleep 1 block away from home and therefore extended that walk by 30 minutes), and another "conversation" with my other about how his presence on the weekends around baby during naptimes actually IS disruptive. Realistically speaking, 10 Hershey's Kisses does not make things better.

*sigh*

Guess I'll have to eat the entire bag.

wasn't it sunday yesterday?

I think this is the first day since the bebe was born that I stayed up to post and futz on the interweb. Eliza is sleeping and so is her daddy and I'm okay with taking this time to get some stuff done. After all, I put her to sleep and had to get up 3 more times to calm her after she woke up. I deserve this.

On a different note, I want to say that this year the Easter Bunny is going to kick some ass. I just put together a beautiful basket for my daughter. It's filled with all sorts of goodies only an infant and her mother could love: stuffed bunnies, books, clothes, and a tummy-time toy. And I'm proud to say that all of her items are Easter and/or Spring themed (I rock!). It is also decorated in a most green way (from items I already had and all of it can be reused again). I'm also setting myself up for a few years of trying to top the greatness that I will be achieving each and every year (I'm just a little modest, aren't I?) but I'm up to the challenge.

Lastly, I love, love, love being a mommy and have an awesomely cute baby. I think that I work hard at making sure Eliza is happy, active and loved, but I didn't expect the sort of attachment that she and I have created. For example, because we're co-sleeping, she'll turn on her side towards me and with her eyes closed she'll find my nose with her hand and grab on tight to make sure I don't leave her. I think that's totally sweet, even if she inadvertently deprives me of a little oxygen every now and then.

I gotta put it somewhere

This is more of a Facebook profile post, but I just put something there so this will have to go on my blog...

1 avocado and 1/2 cold pita for dinner. Pitiful.

haiku on pumpkin bread

Pumpkin bread, are you
sweet or savory? It's Lent.
Can BB have you?

bad blogger, bad, bad!

I allow the baby to fall asleep while nursing and let her sleep on her Boppy on my lap. While she sleeps, I surf the internet on my conveniently located laptop (next to the couch). I Facebook stalk, catch up on the Times online. I comment, occasionally, on blogs and statuses with one free hand as my drowsy daughter holds the other one hostage. I don't protest.

Am I a bad mother for this? No. Am I a bad blogger for this? Likely. And I do feel guilty for not updating on either of my blogs.

When I think on this too much and am about to cross the bridge between being upset and being depressed I look at IPJ's blog. It makes me feel a little better when I see he hasn't written a new post in forever.

And then I think too much on this and I feel bad again, because I know he's been though alot recently and he has good reasons not to write, if he doesn't want to.

Thank goodness that pan of blondies I made this afternoon is in arms reach.

haiku

Daughter and husband,
sleeping on the couch right now.
Finally, some quite.

biker chick

Helen Mirren is such a bad-ass.

holy shit

That's it! I am officially one of those crazy moms. Not the type that ignores their children. You know, the type that worries about everything. I told my dad the other day that everyday I observe something about my daughter and I worry about it. Generally, my worries are around nursing; weight gain, gas, schedule, etc. For the last 3 days my concern is about poo.

Poo is a nice way of saying crap, shit, stool, feces. Even to her doctor, I can say the grownup word urinate, but I can only call her dirty diapers pooy diapers.

Anyway, I won't get into the details of her 'poo.' But I will say that so far all of the baby books I have, WebMD, BabyCenter.com, and my parents tell me that I don't have anything to be concerned with. My own instincts tell me there is not a problem. But her poo has changed, there has to be a problem, right?!

Look, I can handle the cradle cap, the baby acne, the crying at 1am, and I even was totally calm about her pink eye. But the poo has thrown me for a loop. I don't know what to say. I'm not the same girl you all have come to love. Or, I am the same crazy girl. I've just found a new level of crazy to share.

(in a small voice) Help me.