December 2011
liquidiousfleshbag replied to your post: There is a hole in my favorite cardigan and my hair looks like shit and my allergies want to fight me.
Think about how fucking awesome it’s going to be when she’s old enough to make you tacos. You can be like I MADE THAT AND SHE THEN MADE ME TACOS. THE CIRCLE IS COMPLETE.
Also one day she can do the dishes!
There is a hole in my favorite cardigan and my...
But.
It’s not bad. I’m telling you this, now, on New Year’s Eve, because lots of people had a completely shitty 2011, and sometimes I feel incredibly guilty for the fact that mine was beautiful. It’s been hard. It’s been INCREDIBLY hard. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. I’ve had nights where I cried myself to sleep and nights where I was too upset to...
cave-dwelling vagina-dingus: 43 Simple Ways To... →
merlin:
Remove your doors
Eat half of each pet
Sit on a big, thick book
Something something keyring holder
Paint clocks cheery pink
Wear discarded food
Makebelieve girlfriend chair
Sleep in liquor cabinet
Embrace hug love hug meow meow
Small room to plan crimes
Hack your…
“Now say something about “Slimer” and “smiler!”
– Cody is trying to teach me to rap…about Ghostbusters, apparently.
Nursing another baby is weird.
Feeling all lovey dovey and then looking down to see something that kinda looks like your baby but definitely isn’t. Making eye contact with a pair of slightly confused eyes. Feeling how much more gently someone else’s baby suckles, and then getting a little bit mad at your own baby for being so rough.
It was so nice feeling a connection with this other baby, knowing that motherhood...
“I will love you for ever, whatever happens. Till I die and after I die, and when...”
– The Amber Spyglass
Poppy is boycotting sleep.
Adorable!
On a similar note, whenever I hear anyone who doesn’t have children complain about being tired , my eyes roll SO HARD.
It’s unreal.
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“http://transabled.org/ here is a support group website bullshit for it, if you...”
– Angela wins the internet tonight. Everyone else might as well go to bed.
Transabled?
love-and-radiation:
I think the word you’re looking for is “shitbrained.”
Dear, sweet Angela. This is for you.
helping
Tomorrow a friend is having surgery. Poppy and I are going to the hospital to hang out with her baby and husband so that, if the baby gets hungry during surgery, I can nurse for her. I feel so lucky and proud to be able to offer my services. This other baby is breastmilk only, just like my P. I can’t imagine being in a situation where I may be forced to compromise that. I am so happy to...
Unabashedly wearing my Snuggie.
It’s just that kind of day.
I'm in a terrible mood.
Just. Terrible.
I love staying home with Poppy, but being alone with a baby all day is HARD WORK. I think maybe only people who do it understand really. I feel down today, and would love nothing more than to just lock myself in the bedroom and snuggle with a teddy bear and maybe cry.
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good people all around
Our landlord gave us a $100 giftcard to the grocery store for Christmas. He does this every year, but I’m always in awe of how nice it is. A hundred dollars isn’t a lot of money for him, but it means so much to us. We are very lucky to have a nice home and be surrounded by so many supportive people.
uhhhh
Watching SVU (typical). The ADA is getting ready to go to a policeman softball game or something? Like, with the different departments playing against each other. Anyway, she’s repping her team by wearing a ringer tee that reads “Sex Crimes.”
Really? You really want that on a shirt? You know you could NEVER wear that shirt again outside the context of that one baseball...
New Year's Eve: An Imagining
thefrenemy:
No, I’m not going see NEW YEAR’S EVE EVER, YOU DIMWITS.
Retraction: I will see this movie on some blustery April night in 2012 because I watch movies on the Internet sometimes when I’m feeling bad about myself. I want my eyes to be punished! Bring on the Kutcher! However, this day is months away and I crave my Gary Marshall ensemble comedy fix right this momento, and NO!...
Cody is playing “Sweet Virginia” by the Rolling Stones on his guitar and singing Poppy to sleep. He replaced the name Virginia with Alexandra, on account of P’s (first) middle name. Sometimes I still have to try very hard to hold back tears when I hear that name.
That name. Almost seven months later, it’s still breaking my heart.
midnight snacks
I was going to heat up another tamale but opted for cranberry and almond oatmeal instead.
Stupid healthy choices…
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I carried Poppy around in her sling instead of bothering with the carseat or stroller at Target tonight. It was phenomenal. She got to be a part of everything and never really got fussy. She was super tired and ended up falling asleep snuggled up next to me instead of in some stupid seat. It was so nice to have free hands and a happy baby during an outing. I need to remember to use that thing...
In Kansas, breastfeeding mothers are exempt from...
Booya!
Watching Straw Dogs
WTF, the South?! WTF hillbillies?! Stop being terrible.
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So many tamales in my fridge.
So many tamales in my tummy.
Christmas Miracle
When we sleep, I curl myself around Poppy like a cocoon. Here’s how it works: If I’m laying on my left side, my left arm is extended out so that she can rest her head on it. She is on her right side, facing me. My left arm then bends so that my forearm runs parallel to her back, and my left hand rests on her tiny thighs. My legs bend up so that they can protect her legs and feet....
kismet
This morning I was dreaming about my friend Shasta. Later, I woke up to the sound of my phone telling me I’d just received a text message from her.
Miles and miles of smiles.