I’m doing it again

Bleaching my hair again. God help me. And you, because I’m sure I’ll be whining about it in the week to come.

Blogroll Show and Tell, take 2

Blogroll Show and Tell

In case you don’t remember, I first wrote about this here.

Finslippy Alice, another former Brooklynite who moved to NJ. Although I might add (jealously) that she moved from a nicer part of Brooklyn to a nicer part of NJ. Just sayin’. This woman brings tears to my eyes. Just click. You’ll see.

Fussy You don’t read Mrs. Kennedy? Shame on you. Just the story of giving birth in the bathroom is reason enough.

Jen and Tonic Jen is a canadian with a very laissez-faire attitude about pants. I’ll hang out anyplace where pants=optional.

Joy Unexpected Go for the video of Y dancing the Monkey. Stay for the stories about getting gassy when she’s nervous.

Just another Mommy Blog Tracey sells herself short. She writes honestly about her life. It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one…

And yes, I plan on milking this as long as possible.

TO BE CONTINUED

Oh the humanity!

We had a poop incident today. Ducky smeared it all over her crib today during “nap”time. I heard her in there talking, but I figured she was fine. I finally went in there so she could talk to The Highlander on the webcam. What a surprise awaited Mommy! What I can’t figure out is that she seem thoughly FREAKED out at being covered in shit. So why does she spread it all over (and I do mean all over) her crib and herself? The Highlander thinks that she is trying to clean it up.

So I grabbed her and carried her at arm’s length to the bathtub. As I was getting it all off her with the showerhead, and for the rest of the day she told me “Poopie in da bed. YUCK! GROSS!” Later when I was cleaning it up (which took 45 minutes, by the way), I put the baby gate in her doorway, because I didn’t want her in there trying to eat the Clorox wipes or something. She kept calling from the gate, “Mommy, I sorry! Why gate?” Then she ran and got the swiffer carpet flick and told me “Mommy I cleand up too!”

Overall, it was a sort of trying day with her. She was out of sorts because her Daddy isn’t here, and was generally clingy. Also, needless to say, she missed her nap. On the upside, she ate her dinner without complaint, and went down promptly at 8:00 and she was asleep before her head hit the pillow. I also got lots of kisses, hugs, nose kisses and flying leap tackles. It will be so wonderful in the springtime when I can bring her outside to release some of this pent up energy!

That’s it. Still no pictures. I’m tired.

Into the thick of it

It tax season. Goddamn is it tax season. Life is a bit challenging around here. We’re still trapped in the ultimate tape loop of sickness. The Highlander is in A.C. this weekend for a bachelor party. I’m damn jealous. But, at least it is impossible for me to go into the office this weekend. AND, I get to watch my new The Office DVD. The Highlander hates that show.

Have lots of cute Ducky-Duck pictures to post, and a “chopstick update” (Gawd. Aren’t you just panting to read that!!) and I will get to it soon, i promise.

Right now, Ducky has informed me that she has “diaper besh” and “i do a poopie” so I guess I have to go.

Adieu.

GROUNDHOG DAY!!!

Let’s hope Phil is right!

An early spring would certainly lift my mood.

Gotta run, blogging when I’m supposed to be preparing Corporation Tax Returns!

Please kill me

Ducky was nice enough to share the wealth. I am sick as an I don’t know what. But hey! I took off yesterday to be with Duck (which is hard enough in tax season), so I had to go in today.

SUCKED!

So unless I miraculously recover over night, I am fucked. Again, kill me. I beg of you.