August 31st, 2007
The other night I was standing in the living room trying to calm a cranky, gassy baby when all of a sudden Tobyjoe looked at me and screamed, “SCHOOL SUPPLIES!” Just like that, out of nowhere, SCHOOL SUPPLIES! Like he suddenly remembered that school was starting, like, tomorrow and Emory wasn’t prepared because we totally forgot to buy him school supplies.
“I never really got what I needed when it came to school supplies.” Toby continued.
“Like trapper keepers with cats on them? Or, better, unicorns?”
“Yeah. I had to ask other kids for stuff. But I’m going to buy our boy the best school supplies ever. I’m going to get him exactly what he needs.”
I married a man who daydreams about buying his son the proper school supplies. I married that man and I gave birth to a pretty amazing little person. I realize he’s only three weeks old and all he really does is pee and poop and eat and fart, but he makes some of the best farts I’ve ever heard.
This is going to be awesome.
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August 30th, 2007
My nipples are killing me. I won’t go into too much detail because my entire family reads this Web site. Let’s just say, I can’t even tolerate a hug at the moment without the feeling of a million heated daggers shooting into each nipple. It’s terrible. And I’m working on trying to figure out what is wrong and what I can do to help myself. Because of the pain, each drop of breast milk is handled as though it’s angel piss, really expensive, cancer-curing angel piss.
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August 28th, 2007
It was only a matter of time…
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August 26th, 2007
For some reason the idea of facing each evening and the inevitable sleeplessness of it all scares the hell out of me. It causes me great anxiety, like it’s going to kill me or something. Which is stupid because I spent many a nights without sleep in design school and that didn’t kill me. The all nighters gave me a few bloody noses and a few weeks of undernourishment, but they never killed me. This is different. I am terrified of facing each and every evening, the unpredictability, the inability to apply logic, the total lack of control I have for something so necessary. Isn’t that stupid?
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August 25th, 2007
I finally got around to downloading some pictures from the camera.
I always declared (and proudly) that I wasn’t going to become one of those mothers guilty of letting everyone know how smart her kid is or how good looking he is. But, man! I think this kid is pretty darned cute. Biased as it sounds, he’s really easy on my eyes. I could stare at him forever.
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August 24th, 2007
Yesterday was the worst day yet for me emotionally. I cried for the majority of the afternoon. I was crying when Tobyjoe came home from work. I cried after he got home. And I cried during dinner.
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August 22nd, 2007
Emory is an awesome baby. He sleeps soundly and quietly all day long. And he doesn’t cry! Which had worried me enough to conduct numerous google searches and flip through the index of Baby 411 in order to find out why my newborn doesn’t cry. Most of the feedback I’ve found reads something like this: “Enjoy it!” OK, then.
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August 21st, 2007
Murray has a bedroom. He claimed it the day he moved in. It’s right near the rear window that faces Manhattan. It’s down by the heater, tucked between the white radiator cover and the wall. It’s more of a corner than a bedroom but he doesn’t know the difference. And being a New Yorker, where square footage is a hot commodity, every little bit counts. It’s his bedroom. He brings stuff there. He steals napkins, crackers, muffins, crumbs, candy wrappers, candy, cookies, cheese slices, and pretty much anything else he can get his paws on. And nothing seems too heavy or unruly for him. He has a stuffed bear that he kidnaps and takes there as well. And that’s adorable. I have yet to get a decent photo of it, unfortunately. But you’ll just have to take my word for it. The stuffed bear is so big that once it’s in his mouth it covers his eyes and blocks his view. There have been a few times where he’s actually run into a chair leg or table leg on on his way to his room.
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August 20th, 2007
Remember when I said that we’d be getting rid of the TV set in our bedroom because I wanted to set an early example for my son? That didn’t happen. In fact, sometimes the TV stays on even when I’m not in the room. And I have watched shows I never thought I’d watch just to pass the monotonous time spent pumping breastmilk. The removal of the TV, along with a dozen other claims I made over the last 9 months, have made it onto The IdeaList.
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August 18th, 2007
Tobyjoe got me a new computer. I now am the proud new owner of a MacBook. It’s white. It’s lovely. It smells amazing. It also means that once Emory is big enough, I can visit local coffee shops, write, and hang out with actual people and not daytime TV personalities. Oh, and I do still have work to do. Work will be done as well. I’m so happy about the new laptop. The last time I got a new computer was in 2000. I bought one of the first edition TiBooks, which is slow as hell and retired two years ago. I have been working on a desktop since then, which has been great, it’s super fast, but being confined to the apartment all the time is a bit frustrating. No more of that, thanks to my husband.
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