She bangs.

Dear Diary,

So I did it; I got the bangs. I'll post a picture later, maybe. The one I took already is "bad" and "weird", according to the BHE. Sorry dude, but that's just what I look like!

Love,
Fluffy

Also, I have a neverending cold.

Dear Diary,

I would like to take this opportunity to ask the weather to stop being such a douche. I have really had it with this winter; I am actually angry at it. The BHE thinks it's funny that I often become angry at inanimate objects. But I'm willing to argue that this particular winter in City B actually has a personality, the kind that comes to your party, spills red wine everywhere and then tries to make out with your boyfriend.

Also, apparently this morning I had a sign on my back that said, "Tell me about your ovaries!" It started with a coworker who let me know that she was ovulating and that I should keep my fingers crossed. I understand wanting to get pregnant, and I wish her the best and everything, but I'm not really sitting at my desk thinking about her egg and her husband's sperm working it all out. Next was another coworker who told me she was going through "the change" and how she is so sweaty all the time that she had to buy special night gowns made of hemp or bamboo or charcoal or something. Um, gross.

Also, my kid will not eat vegetables. We gave him green beans the other night and you'd think I had poured acid in the face the way he reacted. I guess it's not all that unusual for a 5-month old, but I just don't want him to be that kid who refuses to eat vegetables. He is already that kid who won't take a bottle, won't take a nap, and won't sleep in his crib for more than 20 minutes at a time. Can he AT LEAST be a good eater? Sigh.



Doing everything wrong always,
Fluffy

Self-Promotion of the Shameless Variety

Dear Diary,

So. I just started writing for this local website as the "New Mom Examiner". I think their criteria for writers must be very, very lax. But anyway, here is the link in case you want to read my stuff. It is local to City B, so probably not that interesting if you're not local. Also, probably not that interesting if you are local. You will learn my real name on this page; please don't stalk me. Ha, I flatter myself.

What else has been going on? Lots of not sleeping, some teething (in Edwin's case), some eating of bananas and avocados and sweet potatoes, some buying of spring/summer wardrobes for certain babies (omfg BABY BATHING SUIT nom nom nom).

On the sleep front, we tried the crying it out method this weekend to get the Boss to sleep in his crib. We let him cry scream in there for an hour, and I have never felt so bad about anything ever. So, long, emotionally devastating story short: this method does not and will not work for our family. So back to square... zero?

OK, coupla pics.

Serious composer baby is SERIOUS



I like to call this look "baby blue gangsta".

Love,
Fluffy

Tally Me Banana

Dear Diary,

The news:

1. The Boss ate some bananas this morning. First real food! This is immensely exciting, as it will eventually lead to him leaving my boobs alone at night.

2. We started calling Edwin the Boss. He is the worst boss ever; I asked him for a raise and he tried to take off my shirt.

3. Why is John Turturro doing Heineken commercials?

4. I may (may) have scored a sort of writing gig. Not sure yet, I'll keep you posted. The only problem is that this gig may involve me writing about doing things with a baby in City B, and we don't do anything so that might pose a problem.

5. We will be seeing both sets of grandparents this weekend.

6. I want to get bangs. Thoughts?

Love, Fluffy