Negative Nancy.

I haven't posted in a while. Obviously.

I realized today that it was not because I had nothing to say, it was because I has nothing pleasant to say. Even the stuff that seems funny to me in the moment comes out jaded and bitchy. I blame sleep deprivation.

I've been contemplating a charming musing on baby clothes and why they are ridiculous. I'll crack that out in the next couple of days.

To represent the happy new leaf I will be turning over, I shall soon post a picture of my babe dressed as the Jolly Green Giant. (Get it? Leaf? Well, maybe it will make sense when you see the costume.)

He is napping at the moment and it it my belief that one should never wake a sleeping baby unless one is a glutton for punishment or just plain certifiable.

Good freaking morning.

I just wrote and then deleted a wholly rancid post complaining about my child's sleep patterns, my husband's inability to do something simple like take over nighttime baby duty on weekends, and that fact that I would very much like to throw both cats out the window this morning.

I am sleep deprived coming out of a weekend, which doesn't bode well for the week. I will try to be optimistic, but I can't guarantee anything.



I need to get back to posting. I'll come up with something pleasant to read soon.

Practically Perfect in Every Way

The Czar and I just got home from his two month well baby visit. It went swimmingly. He's still a tall (25 inches!) blond Norske warrior. He's 12.4 lbs and his head has grown 2 inches in the 9 weeks since they've seen him last.

All said - he's perfect. He had his two month vaccinations, as well. This was not as traumatic for me as I was told it would be. Then again, I didn't even look at the needles. I just couldn't. I held my baby's teeny hands and looked him in the eye while he screamed bloody murder. Then I snuggled him and it took thirty seconds for him to calm the heck down and start staring at a lamp in the corner.

In an act of solidarity I got a flu shot and a tetanus booster. My band-aids aren't nearly as cool as the kid's are. Sad.

Deep Thoughts

My new favorite phrase is "I lost my shit."

As in: "I totally lost my shit when that jerk cut me off on the highway", or "The Czar lost his shit when he woke up and I wasn;t there."

Yes, I know it's been around for a while, but it's so descriptive! Crude, yes - but it gets the point across.




In other news, all is well here. The boy is not sleeping as well as he was a week ago, but I think it's because we moved him back to the co-sleeper while he was sick. He seems to be pretty much over the worst of it, so he's being relegated to the crib tonight. I think being near us makes him sleep more lightly, and makes him more likely to wake up.

Sorry, buddy. You're on your own. It's a cruel, cruel world.