Mr. Mom

Dear Diary,

We are trying to get the mad man used to a bottle for when I return to work, so right now the BHE is giving Edwin a bottle and I am taking this opportunity to... do laundry and post on the internetz. I should be doing something far more fabulous. Such is life.

And I guess I should probably be pumping more stupid breast milk so I don't become "engorged".

And by the way, I was much happier when I didn't know what the word "engorged" meant when in reference to my breasts.

Love,
Fluffy

Still Here

Dear Diary,

Edwin is a month old now and doing fine (well, besides his outright refusal to go to sleep before 1 a.m.. I think he likes the infomercials that are on then. We keep getting strange products in the mail addressed to him.)

To celebrate his 1 month in the world last week, I took him to a bar for happy hour. Don't worry; City B has a smoking ban and besides, he wasn't the only baby there. Here is his pal Beatrix M at the bar, who you may recall from such posts as this one.

More later.

love,
fluffy

But srsly, shizz is cute.

Dear Diary,

I know from experience how annoying it is when a mother goes on about how cute her own baby is. So I will neither confirm nor deny whether or not this is a picture of my baby.

It's just a cute picture, that's all.

Love,

Fluffy

3 Weeks Old!

Dear Diary,


Our little mad man is 3 weeks old today. Zomg! Recent developments include making a really cute creaking sound while snoozing, snoozing most of the day and then trying to party all night long, gaining 20 ounces in a week (oinker) and nursing so much that I am now skinnier than I was before I got pregnant.




I got nothin' else going on, really.

We will have some visitors this week--Edwin's friends, associates, etc. He met his first baby friend this weekend, little Jack McD. Jack's dad and the BHE are childhood friends. Here are Edwin and Jack with Jack's parents. Eddie's got a little catching up to do, but maybe until then Jack can be his bodyguard. As Mrs. McD pointed out, Jack looks like he's about to eat Edwin in this photo. What can I say, he has that effect on people. Nom.

Love,

Fluffy

Housewife to housewife...

About the daytime talk shows:

- When did Rachael Ray start looking so much like James Gandolphini? Not that she's ever been particularly svelte, but it looks like her face recently exploded (not to mention her ass). Yowza.

- I think the theme music for the Martha Stewart show is all wrong. It just does not go with Martha's style. Also, why is that show so popular? I love me some Martha, but that show is a snoozefest. Here, watch me cut fabric and try to make conversation with my guests even though I have no personality or sense of humor. And you can almost see the steam rising from her as she has to stop herself from screaming "UR DOIN IT WRONG!!!!!!"

- I like Ellen, but why does she have to do the dancing thing every single show? It's awkward and makes everyone uncomfortable. What makes me more uncomfortable is watching the people in the audience try to dance too, what with the uncoordinated, self-conscious swaying and clapping. Eeesh.

Love,
Fluffy