Baby Love

Here’s something light-hearted to end your week with: My baby loves her doll. (And its NOT evil!)

Last weekend, Hubbs promised Allie he would get her a toy of her choosing because … well, I don’t remember why. Possibly because she was such an angel despite being sick as all get-out during the week. So at Target, he picked her up and carried her into the doll aisle, trying to see if anything sparked her interest.

He was pointing out some mini Cabbage Patch Kids “costume” dolls to her when I saw one that was separate from the rest. It was dressed as a frog — and she loves the color green. So I held it up, asking “what about this one?”

She turned and immediately reached out to the doll, clasped it to her chest, and gave it kisses. She held it and babbled at it as we walked to the cash register, and wouldn’t let it go — so we tore the tags off — and let her hold it. She kept smiling at us and at it as we rode down the elevator, while we walked to the car, and while we buckled her into her car seat.

She sleeps with it. When she wakes up, she holds it while I change her diaper and clothes. When she gets home from day care, the first thing she does is crawl over and give it a kiss.

We call it her baby.


I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.



Fighting Off The Abyss

So I’ve been MIA lately. Its not because its been insanely busy or that the kids have been sick or that I won the lottery and moved to Tahiti. Its because the thought of doing anything other than the bare minimum made me want to take a very long walk off a pier with rocks in my pockets.

Folks, I’ve been in a severe funk and I’m only now starting to claw my way out of it.

I’m not really going to go into it, because I don’t like talking about it. Which, honestly, is probably why I got so deep in it. I’m usually one of those annoying “glass is half full”, happy-go-lucky kind of people. Not so much recently. I’ve been one of those gets annoyed with my kids for being normal , wants to crawl into bed and never come out, snaps at her husband for no good reason kind of funks. And I don’t like it. Not one bit.

Neither does the Hubbs. I don’t blame him, either. He took to calling me Eeyore last week and I very nearly ripped his head off for it. As in, my hands twitched and my fingers turned into witch’s talons and I grew a wart on my nose. OK, it was a zit, but whatever.

Beyotch has gone crazy.

Chalk it up to the changing weather, being crazy busy at work, not making any time for myself, vestiges of post-partum depression, possible high blood pressure (thanks pre-eclampsia!), I have no freaking idea. But no more. I’ve decided that I’m done with it.

BECAUSE I SAID SO. (Cause that totally works, ya’ll.)

And actually, after giving myself a major mental bitch-slap, I feel a lot better. Not yet normal, but better. I’m starting to walk straighter again instead of slouching at the shoulders. I’m playing with my kids again — as in, down on the floor, rolling around, and having fun kind of playing, not just sitting on the couch and smiling at them. I can feel my backbone coming back. When I wake up, instead of thinking “oh god, I have to do this again?!” its more of a “let’s go” vibe. I’ve tortured the Hubbs with long, labyrinth-type talks and have promised to carve out some “me” time when something interesting (translation: I’m looking for coupons/daily deal-type thing) comes up. (Getting a full mani/pedi, massage, and joining a relaxation yoga class are high on my list.)

I still have a long way to go and a lot of work to do. But I’m coming back.

I just wanted you to know.


I’m still working on Allie’s ladybug antennae. I made a hat and it didn’t fit. (And yes, I totally cried about it.) But more on that later.

Also! One of these days I’ll post about how to switch out dimmer lights for on/off switches and only shock/electrocute yourself once! Good times!

Doesn’t Everyone Dance Like That?

Apologies upfront for the long-ish video. (I think its about 1:40 minutes.) But I wanted to show you a couple of things:

  1. How freaking fast Allie crawls now;
  2. Her version of kisses/hugs (34 seconds in and again at 1:19); and
  3. Sean’s crazy frog dance (1:29) — its a slight variation on his crazy leprechaun dance, which means he says “ribbit” as he’s doing it.



Hubbs and I have been married for five years today. FIVE. YEARS.

How did that happen?

More mind-blowing is, how did we fit so much life into that seemingly short time span?

So in honor of the Hubbs, here are 5 things that make my heart melt:

5.  The way you remember all the small, sentimental things in our relationship.
4. The way you swoop in like a White Knight as soon as Allie starts to cry, pick her up, and bounce around the house while giving her kisses until she stops.
3. The way you wag your eyebrows at me when you make bad/dirty jokes.
2. The way you look as soon as you open the door when you get home: Like a child on Christmas morning.
1. The way you make me laugh every day, and always find some silly yet touching way to show me you love me.

Happy anniversary, Hubbs!

Evil Has A Face

And here it is:


Mayhaps I should explain: Hubbs, in his never-ending quest to mess with my head, placed the doll on the center console of my car yesterday in just the right spot so I couldn’t see it until I was sitting in the driver’s seat.

So imagine my surprise when Sean started crying as I buckled him into his car seat. Then he started pointing at the front seat then began writhing and SCREAMING: “Baby! Mama?! NO! NO BABY! MAMA! NO! MAMA???!!!!”

And then I saw IT. And took it out of the car, saying “It’s OK buddy, Momma will get rid of it.” I headed toward our garage door when he shrieked “NO MAMA! NO! NO! NO! BABY NO!”

Do you understand what he was trying to tell me? The doll is EVIL and cannot be in our house! Redrum! Poltergeist!

“Don’t worry! Momma will take care of it!” I called and stuffed it into a stryofoam cooler on top of the dryer. As I pushed the lid all the way down, he stopped crying. “See?” I called, “Momma made it go away.”

“Away,” a little voice repeated from the car.

When I told Hubbs about what happened, he thought it was the funniest thing he’s ever heard. He wanted to pull the doll into the house and put it in Sean’s room — so he could see it when he wakes up.

Don’t worry, I won’t let him.

But I’m going to have to hide that doll somewhere.

For the protection of the family, of course …