• The camera has been found! It was hiding in the pocket of a purse I don’t even remember using, along with an almost new EOS lip balm. Have you guys tried this stuff? As a lip stuff junkie, trust me when I tell you it’s amazing.
  • I’d love for someone to explain why diapers are so expensive. For something that’s essentially a portable toilet? Do adult diapers cost this much? I paid $45 for a box of 176 diapers yesterday…to come home to a coupon worth $10 off. Nice, baby store, real nice.
  • Tar.get has gotten me again. The baby store is in a center that also houses Tarjhay, Bed Bath and the outer limits, Marsh.all’s, a big name office supply store, a big name electronics store, a warehouse store, and a few restaurants. Yeah, they want your money. There were sales on everything, so of course we got…everything. We started out with a hand basket in the hopes of corralling our purchases, but things quickly got out of hand. I spent a good 15 minutes playing Tetris with the freezer when we got home.
  • I’ve found a new song to sing to the baby. I can tell he’s my child because this video cracks him up:  
  • And now, since he won’t let me write this post, I’m off to sing it to him.

So now I need to find a dress to wear to a wedding. And something for the baby to wear to a wedding. On Christmas Eve. Who does that?

I know who does that. Seems to be religious folk, because my parents are also going to a wedding on Christmas Eve. A reverend is getting (re)married.

How long should one wait to get remarried? Does it matter if they are in a high profile position? Does age matter?

Hubs says we’ll only go to the ceremony and not the reception. I had to remind him that all the good opportunities for jokes happen at the reception, unless someone trips down the aisle.

I think I want to take a trip for my 30th birthday next year. Bahamas for the weekend or something.

Next year will be a good year. I’m declaring it from now. I will be at the weight I want, with the job I want, making the money that I want, while saving for the house I want, being the wife and mother that I want, with the fashion and style that I want. I will drive more, even on the highway. I will work on my spiritual relationship and go to a house of worship (with or without my family) once a month. I will be a better listener. I will actually check voicemail before the box gets full, and then return phone calls.

And I will do it all without complaint.


Thanks to everyone who commented on the last post.

I have about 5 minutes to post something…literally. This kid does not sleep. Just when you think you’ve put him down for a nice nap, he pops back up. The life of a mom. He’s getting bigger–he can roll over, pull up into a standing position, mimic raspberries and blow bubbles. He laughs, smiles, and coos. He rarely cries.

In the interest of building our family (even though I can’t fathom the thought of another child any time soon), we’re setting some goals for our future. I’m going to start applying to jobs in the hopes of being hired for the new year, but I’m also considering staying home until the baby is at least a year old. I hope that we’ll be able to purchase a home in the next three years. I’d like for our child(ren) to have a backyard and a play space. I’ve got a long wish list, so if we ever find all of these things in one house, I’ll know it’s meant to be. Here’s some of what I’d like: 4 bedrooms, a playroom or loft, a finished basement, a master bedroom with french doors, a walk in closet, his and hers sinks, a small porch, a deck, a jack and jill bathroom for the kids, a kitchen with an island and granite countertops…we don’t know if we’re decided on living in MD, VA, NJ, or Long Island. Part of me wants to be close to our family and friends, while another part of me wants the most house for our money. Who knew this being an adult thing was so difficult?

I think I hear the baby…

Long time, no blog

Taking care of a kid is hard work, man.  Especially since my baby has turned into quite the little chunkster these days. I don’t know exactly how much he weighs (we’ll find out at the doc’s next week), but he is killing my back. It seems like he’s putting on all the weight I lost when he was born. Mommy would like those 225 lbs back, baby.

He’s currently trying to escape his pack n’ play. In his sleep. I wish you could see the way this boy and his cirque du soleil moves.


I think I need a lactation specialist. To live with me. Seriously. Is it supposed to hurt this much? Am I doing it wrong? My boobs feel like I just came from getting a nipple piercing in the Village.


The hubs and I have figured out a plan for returning to work. I’m praying that he gets the job he applied for (and you should too).  It would make our lives easier if he was able to work in Brooklyn. I’m going to start applying in September, even though I don’t really want to go back until the Buddha baby is 6 months.  We’ve discussed the monetary issues and decided on a day care (both in BK and in Queens). I’m trusting that God will continue to take care of us, and that things will work out.


I really want a car. I don’t necessarily need a car. I have no clue how to change a tire, and I’ve never actually pumped gas…but I really want a car. A black Nissan that I would dub “The MILF Mobile.” I probably should drive more than once every 6 months, though.


Speaking of driving, you know how I know I was still kind of out of it after I got out of the ER? The next morning was alternate side parking. My best friend was staying with me and needed to move her car, but she was still sleeping. Why did I take her keys, drive around the neighborhood, go to the beauty supply store on one of the main streets, and then double park her car around the block? When I hadn’t driven a car since finding out I was pregnant in NOVEMBER?

Side note: That’s how I know my best friend loves me. She didn’t call the cops when she realized I stole her car, she congratulated me on getting up the nerve to drive.


This weekend (and next week) are pretty busy for us. Frat picnic tomorrow, wedding on Sunday, best friend comes to visit on Monday, family pictures on Tuesday, and doctor’s on Wednesday. Then I think we’re back at my mother in law’s from Thursday on…

What’s going on in your world?