Dang, my footprints are huge
My feet are bigger than I ever realized.
God, I love snow days. Put the fireplace on, read a book, watch crappy TV news [“Jane, I’m live at the salt dome …”], eat pierogies and try to hit things with snowballs when we go outside.
I’m debating whether or not to post the entry about childbirth I […]
Behind every serene, contented mother there is a fantastic husband
Iain is changing Owen’s stinky butt right now, and after that he’s going to clean the bathroom.
I hate to sound smug, but I have the best husband ever. I feel bad for all those mothers in Parenting Magazine [“What Really Matters to Moms,” note, not “parents”]. Their husbands never help around the house, are incompetent […]
Shit/storm
Another load of snow is scheduled to fall today, making this an official 5-day weekend for Iain. God bless ya, county school administrators!
Look at my little fat baby! Who doesn’t love a fat baby? I know I do. I made him this little T-shirt so he could remind me to laugh when I’m changing his […]
City Paper loves your Bitchin’
Whilst perusing the latest issue of Bitch, I caught a letter to the editor from the City Paper’s own Wendy Ward:
“I kinda thought I’d send you a letter about content at some point, but instead I’m writing you cuz you rock wid letters. I work at the Baltimore City Paper and love our mail page […]
Carefree Highway
Boy. I’m not sure what it is, but folk rock is pretty much guaranteed to put this boy to sleep. At least, until his own bowels wake him up again.
I have to say it: Yesterday he pooped three times. Or was it four? In one day. As we all know this is very un-Owen-like; […]
Bright
The Loneliest Tampon
Great name for a children’s book, no? I just saw my box of Tampax in the bathroom, right where I left them a year ago, and thought how sad they must be.
I really, REALLY must get out more.
What the hell, man? What is the deal with these young men coming ‘round, asking to shovel the […]
Happy little snowflakes
Hee hee: “But remember, you were raised in Maryland, so snow turns you into retards.”
Poor Owen doesn’t stand a chance … his mom just did the “I can drive in the snow” dance this morning.
My laptop is in Iraq killing babies
Damn you, federal government. I could have had a nice Powerbook and high-speed internet, but noooo … I have to finance this stupid war.
Damn taxes.
Foundry love
Sitting here with the Babers asleep in my lap, listening to lullabies and scouting free fonts, such as a few beauties from Cape-Arcona [via Fontleech].
Maternity leave can be very rejuvenating sometimes.










