Brandon is balding! Before (3 weeks) After (5 weeks) If you know about my shallowness pickiness with men in the past, you know my three bugaboos:1. Short 2. Red hair3. Bald or balding I would never date a man with any of those three characteristics. Could my own son end up with all three to spite... Continue Reading →
Before becoming a parent, I vowed to not become one of those parents who only talks about her kid. Seriously, as a non-parent, it's annoying. Parents might find the fact that their kid pooped interesting, but non-parents don't. Nor did I care to hear what "cute thing" the kid said or what drawer she got... Continue Reading →
If you were a reader of my blog last year, you probably remember how I feel about Mother's Day. It's always been a difficult day, because to me, being a mother is raising a child, not giving birth to one. It's as if I was half a mother - genetically, I was, but in practice,... Continue Reading →
Brandon is a month old. I wanted to weigh him so I could log his growth month by month in his baby book. Yes, I am keeping a baby book. I didn't think myself to be the kind of mom who would save hospital bracelets and locks of hair, but my sister bought me this... Continue Reading →
I was talking to my brother the other day about work. About how so many people quit their jobs because they don't feel fulfilled or aren't completely happy. Or how some people won't accept a job even though they have bills to pay because they think it's beneath them or it isn't their ideal job.... Continue Reading →
It's amazing how disgusting you become as a parent. Seriously - four weeks into it and I already repulse my previous, non-parent self. Today I was driving to the dentist and I saw poop on my fingers (Brandon's poop, I might want to clarify). As a non-parent, I would have immediately found a sink and... Continue Reading →
Steve watched Brandon for a few hours on Saturday while I went into work to complete my quarterly reports. It felt good being back at work, even though no one was there to chat with. I can't believe I've missed work. I thought I'd be like Ron Livingston on Office Space for these three months,... Continue Reading →
Is it just me or does he look much older than 3 weeks? Sometimes I look at his face and swear I'm looking at a much older child. He's our little Benjamin Button.He's peeing through clothes again. Or so I thought. Turns out, he only pees through diapers that I put on him, so Steve... Continue Reading →
Anytime Brandon leaves the house, he's wearing a onesie. And why, I thought to myself while snapping today's on, don't adults? Personally, I could handle never seeing a man's hairy plumber's crack or a young woman's hot pink thong or a slightly chubby girl's muffin top between her low rise jeans and too-tight tank top.... Continue Reading →
Happy NFL draft!Now if only we were fans of a less shitty team. I guess it could be worse. We could be Colts fans. I always have Fantasy Football to look forward to (although my record was even worse than the Dolphins).I actually miss Football Sundays. If you'd had told me six years ago that... Continue Reading →
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