11 weeks old


It’s not NaBloPoMo yet, suckas. I must conserve my entry-posting energy.

Instead, will you look at this photo? Can you believe how big he is?





Have you heard of it? Why would I ever consider this? I don’t even have time to brush my hair on a daily basis.

Think this through, Whoorl.

Reasons Why I Should Not Attempt NaBloPoMo:

1) I have an 11-week old baby.

2) I am experiencing a small pantry pest issue. Amalah, where are you when I need you? Currently, the majority of my non-existent free time is being spent vacuuming pantry shelves, wiping down pantry shelves with non-toxic cleaner, staring at aforementioned pantry shelves waiting for a pest to appear and obsessing that one has jumped from the pantry onto my body and is enjoying his new home in my hair.

3) I have an 11-week old baby.

4) The only time of the day when I can type an entry is during a nursing session, which means the good ol’ one-handed typing extravaganza will be in effect. Average time spent typing one sentence – 12 minutes. Sweet.

5) I have an 11-week old baby.

6) I am returning to work on November 27th and will be conducting nanny interviewing throughout the month (a.k.a. chasing off all nannies with asinine requests in order to stay home with him myself).

7) I have an 11-week old baby.

8) I will be in Mexico for a week with the family, relaxing at my grandparents’ beach home, and now thanks to this shit, searching for a spotty internet connection. Senor, donde está la cerveza y el Internet? Damn, I’m such a seasoned world traveler.

9) I have an 11-week old baby.

10) Did I mention I have an 11-week old baby?

Reasons Why I Should Attempt NaBloPoMo:

1) Clearly, I must be a masochistic over-achiever that responds to a gun pointed at my face.

Well, that answers that.


Shots Suck Shit


Wito’s fever broke last evening and we put him down at 7:00 pm.

My 9-hour-sleep-stretch-for-weeks-on-end perfect sleeping angel proceeded to wake up at:

9:30 pm
10:30 pm
11:30 pm
12:30 am
3:30 am
4:30 am
5:20 am

It is currently 6:18 am and he’s still awake.

Completely typical that this happens the night before my mother arrives from Oklahoma. She’ll be here in 8 hours and we have a disgustingly dirty house, a baby on cocaine and absolutely no sleep.

What the fuck.




I’m down in the dumps today. Wito just isn’t himself from those damn vaccinations yesterday. He literally slept the entire day, only waking up to eat, and his eyes don’t have their usual sparkle.

I thought for certain he would be up all last night resulting from all of his sleep yesterday, but nope, he slept his normal 9-10 hours before waking up. He’s an angel baby! A complete angel baby, so here I sit, feeling downright miserable and guilty that I allowed those nasty viruses to be injected into his sweet chubby legs.

And the worst part? It’s not like he’s driving me crazy with fussy behavior or crying at ear-piercing decibels. He just looks sad. Plain sad. And I don’t know what to do about it.