Three-year-olds are horrible. And by three, I really mean like, two to four. I'm hoping it ends by four. I guess I don't really know. Some of my coworkers tell me that not all three-year-olds are assholes. Which I guess I believe because there are definitely some parents who have these angelic first-children and think [...]
When Dan and I decided to adopt a puppy 5 years ago, we knew wanted some kind of Pitbull mix. Especially in the South, Pitbulls have a horrible time getting adopted, due in part to their less-than-stellar reputation, and also because of the prevalence of dog fighting rings which produce injured, often malnourished, fearful and in [...]
This blog was born when I got pregnant with Mia. It started as a simple way to document my pregnancy for my friends and family, and also for myself since everyone warned me it would be such a blur that I would forget immediately after Mia was born all of the aches and pains and adventures of [...]
This morning Mia said "love you!" to Dan as he was leaving for work, like it was no big deal. To be fair, it's not exactly the first time she's said it. Yesterday she said something that we're pretty sure was "I love you" to George. As in Curious George, the cartoon monkey. Fucking figures [...]
On Wednesdays I work (half a day) from home, and take care of Mia. It's the hardest day of the week. By far. Also the nicest, because, you know, babies. But also because I almost never have to put on actual pants. This morning by 11am I had already been awake for 6 hours, cleaned up [...]
Mia's cousin Dylan is just 6 weeks younger than her. I know they don't look 6 weeks apart, but I promise you they are. Even though Dylan is technically the younger cousin, he's never been the smaller cousin. Even on the day he was born he outweighed Mia by a little over a pound. The [...]
