365 project: day 91

January 23, 2009



thirty plus one

January 23, 2009

i’m 372 months old today.  happy birthday to me!  

so aside from celebrating a decade of legal drinking, thirty-one isn’t that big a deal.  to be honest, turning 30 wasn’t that big a deal either, probably because i insisted on referring to that birthday as “twenty-nine plus one”.  thirty has had its ups and downs, but mostly it’s been good to me.  i dealt with the funk of postpartum depression and anxiety and really began to get into the swing of motherhood.  i lost the baby weight and then some.  i drank a lot of wine, and i learned to make a killer vanilla cupcake (thanks, sarah).  i made some of the best friends i’ve ever known and for the very first time in my life felt like i was part of a really amazing group of women.  i celebrated first-birthday cake-smashings with my friends’ babies and my own.  i witnessed the election and inauguration of barack obama, our nation’s first african-american president, the first candidate who has really been able to inspire and motivate an entire generation.  i watched my baby morph from a tiny little immobile creature into a walking, talking, full-fledged human toddler.  i fell in love with my daughter a million, bazillion times over, and felt my heart explode every single time because i couldn’t possibly fit anymore love into my soul, yet somehow i manage.  

my goals for thirty-one are pretty simple: love my baby and my husband, live consciously, be present, appreciate life, show compassion, keep on breathing.  i’d also like to find more time to read books and do yoga, spend less time cleaning, and take a vacation.  also, winning the lottery would be nice, but i’m pretty darn blessed already so maybe i’ll save that goal for thirty-two.

365 project: day 90

January 23, 2009



i’ve lost track of the days again.  i don’t know what day of the 365 project i am on.  but look!  i made my baby a hat.

hail to the chief

January 20, 2009

finally.  i love this picture.  our first family.  ::sigh:: 

365 project: day 87, 88, 89

January 18, 2009

a few cloth diapers, fresh from the dryer.  


i can crochet!  look out, world.  


60 degrees and sunny in january.  we wore flip-flops to the park.  huzzah!


it’s two o’clock in the morning and i just, heroically, i might add, performed immediate, emergent care on two out of the four assholes (literally) who  live in this house.  my baby had been struggling to sleep, and kept waking, crying.  i went in and soothed her….two minutes…up again, the crying begins again, i go in and soothe her again. i do a quick “sniff test” to make sure it’s not a diaper issue.  nothing smells afoul, so i carry on to bed… two minutes later, i’m resorted to let her cry for a while since she was so pleasant during our previous crib side visits,  and the earlier sniff test proved to be inconclusive .  

she’s still crying, and the sound is one of pain and discomfort.  my husband goes in and found her straining to have a bowel movement.  (isnt’ this exactly why you read personal blogs?  to learn all about children’s bowel movements and irregularity?)  with her diaper off i could see the problem quite clearly.  she was stopped up like a giant cork in a too-small bottle.  with a little quick thinking, mama sprang to action, armed only with q-tips and baby wipes, nary a rectal thermometer in site to help get things moving.  i got right in there, doing what ever i could to relieve my baby’s pain and discomfort.  if it required manual extraction, so be it.  i was prepared, and i got it done.  

after that crisis was averted, i was greeted by a morose dog with her tail between her legs.  this is a great indicator of when she’s done something wrong.  she has an overbearing guilt complex and a terrible poker face.  you can take one look at her and know when she’s done something naughty.  i tried to lift her tail — this was my A!HA! moment of the day and it has to do with my dog’s asshole.  terrific.  so i tried to lift her tail again and she wouldn’t allow it.  she is typically a very compliant patient when she needs her teeth cleaned, nails trimmed, medicine administered, so it was quite out of character that she would not let me see the area under her tail and around her poop chute. it was raw and blistered and excreting goo of sorts.  maybe it would have been more helpful to have had that A!HA! moment two weeks ago when my dog first starting compulsively licking her girlybits.  the fact that i’ve taken to calling her “rudy buttlicker” should have been a big red flag letting me know that something was not quite right below the belt, so to speak, if dogs were to wear belts.  anyhow, antibiotic ointment has been applied.  hopefully she’ll leave her ass-licking tongue away from it long enough for the medicine to work its magic, and she’ll be clean and smelling as fresh as a regular dog’s ass by morning. 

so after all that rectal excitement, and not in a good way, i’m off to bed.  i hope these two crazy ass kiddos sleep peacefully.

365 project: day 86

January 14, 2009

chasing prairie dogs is hard work.  zonk.  have no fear, prairie dog activists, she’s never actually caught one, and i doubt she ever will.  those wily fuckers are speedy.