Dear Diary,
I am behind on everything, always, as usual. Laundry, writing, work, socializing, cleaning, blah. In other news our bathroom broke and we have to get it redone and we only have one shower so we need to move in with my parents temporarily. I am actually looking quite forward to it; I will be telecommuting while my mom takes care of the mad man.
In other other news, I have reason to believe there is another breast-pumping lady at my work. I feel like we should be friends or something, but she looks like really not my type. Is having babies a similar age and milking yourself at work so you can feed them enough to have in common for a friendship? She really can't dress.
Love,
Fluffy
27.3.09
19.3.09
No Time for Anything, Ever
Dear Diary,
I am taking a mental health day with Edwin. We got up late and he was miserable with the teething (come ON already, you bastard tooth!) Yesterday I was really missing him and not being productive at work so today I decided to throw in the towel on the whole working charade and stay home with him.
Right now he is tummy timin' with some soft toys.
Here he is last weekend, with his baby friend Jack McD. I like this picture because Edwin kind of looks like a badass.
Here he is reading with the BHE. Don't worry, I don't actually think he can read. He's too busy composing music.
And finally, here is an excellent article about breastfeeding. I should be writing articles as well, but I have little time to do so. Turns out I am too lazy to be a freelance writer! Who knew.
Love,
Fluffy
I am taking a mental health day with Edwin. We got up late and he was miserable with the teething (come ON already, you bastard tooth!) Yesterday I was really missing him and not being productive at work so today I decided to throw in the towel on the whole working charade and stay home with him.
Right now he is tummy timin' with some soft toys.
Here he is last weekend, with his baby friend Jack McD. I like this picture because Edwin kind of looks like a badass.
Here he is reading with the BHE. Don't worry, I don't actually think he can read. He's too busy composing music.
And finally, here is an excellent article about breastfeeding. I should be writing articles as well, but I have little time to do so. Turns out I am too lazy to be a freelance writer! Who knew.
Love,
Fluffy
5.3.09
Furthermore
Dear Diary,
It may appear from the pictures of Edwin here that he never smiles. This is not true! He just refuses to be our trained monkey and smile for the camera. So here are a couple pics of him smiling, just to prove that he isn't, like, emo baby.
Love,
Fluffy
It may appear from the pictures of Edwin here that he never smiles. This is not true! He just refuses to be our trained monkey and smile for the camera. So here are a couple pics of him smiling, just to prove that he isn't, like, emo baby.
Love,
Fluffy
BANG(s)
Dear Diary,
Here are my bangs.
I am already tired of them, but that's just how I roll. Since my hair is wavy, they must be beaten into submission , and that cuts into my morning Edwin snuggling time. But, it is nice to not have to look at my forehead anymore.
Edwin is ASLEEP IN HIS CRIB right now (it is 8:00 p.m.). This is a very big deal. Tonight he even fell asleep on his own (I put him in the crib awake, then lay on the floor of his nursery like a homeless person until he fell asleep). Usually he screams bloody murder if we put him in there awake, but tonight he just drifted off without crying. I am sure this is just a fluke; the universe just toying with me, trying to get my hopes up only to dash them tomorrow night. I will not fall for it! There is no way this is the start of a new trend.
OK. I'm going to go stare at the baby monitor and wait for him to wake up, as he is bound to within the next 20 minutes.
Love,
Fluffy
Here are my bangs.
I am already tired of them, but that's just how I roll. Since my hair is wavy, they must be beaten into submission , and that cuts into my morning Edwin snuggling time. But, it is nice to not have to look at my forehead anymore.
Edwin is ASLEEP IN HIS CRIB right now (it is 8:00 p.m.). This is a very big deal. Tonight he even fell asleep on his own (I put him in the crib awake, then lay on the floor of his nursery like a homeless person until he fell asleep). Usually he screams bloody murder if we put him in there awake, but tonight he just drifted off without crying. I am sure this is just a fluke; the universe just toying with me, trying to get my hopes up only to dash them tomorrow night. I will not fall for it! There is no way this is the start of a new trend.
OK. I'm going to go stare at the baby monitor and wait for him to wake up, as he is bound to within the next 20 minutes.
Love,
Fluffy
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