This weekend, I was able to do the things I used to do before I had a baby. I read, I did a puzzle. I took a bath. I got my hair done. I went to dinner and a movie with Steve, courtesy of his parents watching Brandon for us. We went grocery shopping together... Continue Reading →
I never understood why people couldn't stand going to the dentist. I actually liked going to the dentist - that clean teeth feeling is hard to beat. I didn't have a cavity until adulthood and always was just there for routine cleanings. Until yesterday. Yesterday the dentist cut my gums off of my two bottom... Continue Reading →
It might have been a little overly-ambitious of me to go clothes shopping six weeks after giving birth. Maternity pants are too loose and regular pants are too tight, so I figured I'd pick up a few items for myself. I didn't anticipate the dressing rooms. I hate trying clothes on. I abhor it. But... Continue Reading →
Brandon went to dad's work today. He dressed in his accountant finest. Of course we'd love for him to be a pro football player, but I'm a realist. He's the son of an Accounting Manager and an Unemployment Specialist. I am fully expecting him to end up a corporate lackey with the rest of us.... Continue Reading →
I used to think those drivers you get behind who are going 20 mph under the speed limit were all high. I thought they all smoked a bong full of weed and were super-paranoid so they were driving like blue hairs. But yesterday I realized that some of them aren't high, they're first-time mothers. I... Continue Reading →
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 →
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