The lactation station is even creepier on dark, rainy days.
Category: Rando
Ice
This made my lunch.
Oh God here we go…
The fuzzy socks are out and in full effect. So are the guerrilla warfare tactics in the neverending thermostat battle.
Leaves are falling, colors are changing, runs are getting cold.
Babies are getting “big” (it’s all relative).
post-run greeting party
…and tomorrow I go back to work. Ugh.
Hammerhead
photo via
Before I went into labor I told a friend of mine that if I had the baby during Shark Week we would name her after a shark. Obviously.
Well, guess what. Muffinbutt squeaked into Shark Week by 9 minutes.
Unfortunately, Paul wasn’t cool with the name we’d chosen. And since naming a baby is a team sport, Goblin didn’t make it onto the Social Security card.
But then we came home and realized that every time she gets frustrated and hungry, she bangs her head against my chest (or Paul’s chest, whoever happens to be holding her). Like a hammer. With her head.
It’s destiny.
Happy weekend
Guess who was 2 months old yesterday.
It has been one of those weeks. Baby (and I) have regularly required 3 daily wardrobe changes due to her pooing up her back (I think it may be time to move out of newborn diapers). Paul worked the weekend shift, then had to travel for residency interviews, and then worked the night shift. I dropped my phone in the toilet. This morning after I got up to feed at 4am, Paul was trying to be nice and took the baby and tucked me in with Spike to let me get a little more sleep, and 10 minutes later the dog threw up in the bed. Etc, etc.
BUT! As I sit here pumping away I can’t help but revel in the moment, because…
today my sister is coming to visit and meet the baby for the first time.
And Paul doesn’t have to work at all this weekend. And the weather is ab-so-lutely glorious. And we’re going to a BBQ and then the KY-Alabama football game and then tomorrow the races. Soooooo…the past week, compared to this, is nothing.
Enjoy your weekend!
Schmucktober
Just kidding! I love October! It’s fall! Who doesn’t love fall? It means football. Pumpkin beer. Nice weather. Keeneland! What isn’t to like. Except this year it does mean…
20 days until I go back to work. 20 days until I don’t spend every second with this thing.
Here’s to hoping we can nail down a sleep schedule in the next 20 days. Ha.
Also, in case you missed it, a new world record was set at the Berlin Marathon this weekend. 2:03:23, breaking the old record by 15 seconds. (If you’re wondering, that’s averaging 4:42/mile. What. The. Eff.)
The Science of Sport was tweeting a real time analysis of the race. Seriously amazing.
Speaking of schmucks, ignore the dude promoting a prostitution website who jumped in front of Kipsang at the marathon, broke the tape, and ruined the finish line pic.
Like, really.
The Chicken
As I was walking down Stanton Street early one Sunday morning, I saw a chicken a few yards ahead of me. I was walking faster than the chicken, so I gradually caught up. By the time we approached Eighteenth Avenue, I was close behind. The chicken turned south on Eighteenth. At the fourth house along, it turned in at the walk, hopped up the front steps, and rapped sharply on the metal door with it’s beak. After a moment, the door opened and the chicken went in.
LINDA ELEGANT
Portland, Oregon
Story from I Thought My Father Was God: And Other True Tales from NPR’s National Story Project
Mother Knows Best
Today is my mother’s birthday. Somebody is super excited about it.
In honor of her birthday, below some sage advice that she has bestowed upon me over the course of the last 32 years that I will be passing along to my own daughter:
- Always say thank you.
- Babytalk is not attractive. Ever.
- Always wear nice underwear, in case you get hit by a car and they have to cut your clothes off in public (this has come in handy more often than I ever thought it would.)
- When things seem really terrible, take a shower. You will come out the other end feeling at the very least a little better than you did going in.
- Eat tomatoes.
- A clean house is one of the best gifts you can give someone at the end of the day.
- When you are under a lot of pressure to perform and start to feel it getting to you, remember: all you can do is your best. That’s it. So stop stressing.
Happy birthday, Mom. We love you.
Why Buy…
…when you can rent?
The price seems a little steep, but for the right market…
Via Grist:
…“Homestead Phil & Jenn” have a proposal for you. They will rent you chickens. For $350, they will show up at your house in May, drop off two hens, a chicken coop, enough chicken feed to last you six months, and feed dishes. (If you live more than 50 miles away from a town that’s about 35 miles northeast of Pittsburgh, there’s an additional delivery fee.) Come November, they will come back, pick the chickens up, and keep them warm and cozy through the winter, when they don’t lay as many eggs.
She’s Here
So, this happened 2 weekends ago. And yes, I’m still alive, Yesterday was just the first day I’ve made a To Do list that extended beyond “try to get out of pajamas”.
More to come shortly.
Rambulatory Ambulatory 