I think this post likely has a limited audience. I sort of want to get my thoughts down on First Take Home Baby compared to Second Take Home Baby. And complain slash freak the fuck out.
I have all the books, the required reading: development, sleep and more development. I read them cover to cover for Toddlerina. I recently dug them out and stacked them neatly on the bookshelf. I hope the easy access will prompt my reading. I am kind of winging it with my boy Jay and I hope he does not suffer deeply for it.
Joke. Kind of.
On the other hand, I have his life documented with precision. Law, love the iPhone app and the many, many ways to measure your infant. I know I have some fellow data hogs out there. May you also be blessed with a useless data set of nursing, urine and poopers.
I need to get my birth announcements out. Hell, I need to take the photos. I took some good ones right when we came home, but then I could not control myself and put them up all over FB. Classic, right? Sort of takes the thrill away from this artist. I will blame it on the holidays, but it is mostly me working hard just to stand still.
How is this for a zinger. I forgot to enroll my only son into my healthcare plan. Mother fucker I am such a mess. I don't know yet if they will open the window to allow him in. I should find out today or tomorrow. It makes me sick to my stomach when I think about it.
This is some hard ass work, but I repeat myself.