And I don’t have to feed him, take him home, or wake up at 3:40am to rock him back to sleep! Holy sweet OPRAH! It’s the best kind of baby to have.

If only I’d thought of that 4 years ago…

Nolan Jack
Oct. 6
11:06pm
7lb, 3oz
20in

Daddy & Nolan

Me with my girls & Nolan

Lotus rocks my nuts

First-read book

Chilln at Gymboree

Steam Rolled

*important news below*

My last two post subjects have been the sad face of my Claire Bear. But feel no sympathy.

She knows what she’s doing, people.

It’s all in her Grand Plan of whining endlessly for EVERYTHING. Rarely do I give in.

She’s 2 1/2 - it’s a phase. At least it’s what I’m telling myself.

But in the interim, I get these pics that make the average person melt.

Me? I walk away after I take the pic and let her cry it out. In the words of Dr. Phil, it seems to be working for me. At least it works for what’s left of my sanity.

Two other pieces of notsoimportant (gotcha!) news:

1. My sister is having her baby on Monday.  I’m UBER-excited to have a baby I don’t have to take home with me and don’t have to squeeze out of my vuh-jay-jay. Be on the lookout for even more non-writing posts and more picture posts of babies.

2. PLEASE visit my store, Good for the Kids. I’m begging people. BEGGING. This damn economy has me beat down. I gotsta sell some stuff. NOW. For Christmas. Yes, Christmas already. But come on. Buy now. Or, if you’re like my mother-in-law, you’re already done.

In any case, go shop. PUHLEASE? Use coupon code 15awln for 15% off your entire purchase (coupon good through Nov 30). Cause you’re awesome.

And your butt looks small today.

DO NOT FEEL SORRY FOR THIS KID

I know it’s hard, but don’t let those eyes and pout work on you.

Chillin w/ my homies

Cheeseball

Sisters

I know, I know - I haven’t written much any lately. Until I get inspired, I’ll keep posting pics of my girls.

RIDICULOUS Smile

Watching Shamu

PENGUINS! for the penguin-obsessed girl

Penguin Encounter

Taken with my iPhone. Damn it’s cute.

so

my first attack

was at age 9.

i was in the

4th grade.

i remember nearly

every detail.

the heavy breathing.

my sinking chest.

uncontrollable shaking.

hard to focus.

my parents rushed

me to the er.

my pediatrician

was mad that she

was missing the

cosby show

because of

my attack.

the very thing

that started

my attack.

i got in trouble

but i wanted

to watch the

cosby show

but i was

forbidden.

(i probably kicked

my sister)

shrimp cooking

in the kitchen

(i can smell it now).

the heavy breathing.

i was having an

anxiety attack

because i

was restricted from

a tv show.

at age 9.

countless attacks

since.

most not due

to tv.

and i’m scared

and a bit

humored

to see the anxiety

in my

4yo daughter’s

flapping hands

tearing eyes

heavy breathing

over being

forbidden from tv.

full circle.

like mama

like daughter.

tv lovahs.