The poor kid has the worst gas, and when I say worst, I mean the little bugger is keeping me up all night with it, two nights running. I want to pop him like a …

Last night the bun was snuffling and snorting in bed, and I leaned over to feed him. I pulled the covers down, but he was still underneath them. I began to panic: was he suffocating? …

The bun is desperately trying to gain control of his hand, and it’s making me insane. He seems to know that it’s attached to him, he seems to know that it’s supposed to do what …

Since I’m resigned to being one of those people to whom 7:00 am is not alien, I try to prolong my time in bed as much as possible. If I must wake up, at least …

Did I go to bed at 9:30 last night (which, after Daylight Savings was actually 8:30)? Yes I did. Did I take a nap today when the bun did? Yup. Am I still exhausted?
Yes. Oh …

The child hasn’t reduced me (yet) to a pile of blubber, though it was touch and go for a couple of days. For some reason, all modes of transport were a sticking point with him, …

The bun was born with a little teeny pimple on his face. It was perfectly placed, like a starlet’s beauty mark on his right cheek, a little white blemish on his fresh new skin.
Pimples are …

Last night grandma came over and the hubs and I went on a date for our anniversary. It was lovely. Of course, things have changed now: we ate dinner at five p.m. when the restaurant …

For god’s sake, we’ve been together for eight years. Hell, we’ve been together almost nine, but today we drove like bats out of hell to Reno, went to the goofiest chapel under the sun, got …

If the baby grin is evolution’s insurance policy against us putting the baby outside the cave for the bears to pick up, surely the baby giggle is a narcotic produced by evolution to ensure that …

When we got my breast pump before the bun was born, I opened the package to sneak a peek. This piece of paraphernalia would soon become intrinsic in our lives, but it could have held …

I have reached the point when, upon running out of cream for that next desperately needed cup of coffee (which is actually mostly decaf–I’m always trying to psych myself out, willing myself to feel the …

I’m like a soldier during boot camp, except that instead of field-stripping a rifle in thirty seconds, I can field-strip a breast pump in thirty seconds… in the dark.*
Also, the tyke is going from Size …

I just had a visit from a friend who works in animation. A competitor of her company is the maker of Veggie Tales, the unlikely cartoon series that utilizes vegetables as the protagonists of their …