A day (or two or three) in the life of...

A friend is about a month (probably less) away from having her baby and man, I get twitchy just remembering that post partum that hit me like a battle canon. Luckily, many women can get through post-partum unscathed (albeit, tired as crap) so I need to remember that before I start cringing when I see very pregnant chickies. I do miss the actual part of being pregnant. Feeling the babies moving inside me. Shoving organs aside at their whim to find their sweet spot of coziness inside you. It's nuts! The life cycle is amazing! The whole process of growing another human being inside you is awesome! Now, because Wocka Wocka has suffered so much in his first year and few months of life, I am confident in our decision to not have any more little people. Ever. Never ever ever. We done. Ship has sailed. Izzy's had her moments but she never cried nearly as much as Wocka has. In his defense, he's had brutal reflux, his teething is a slow, gory process in his particular bone structur...

=1/2A^2 has made a lovely suggestion of posting more randoms on the blog to keep it alive and light for me. I'm hoping to enjoy blogging again and taking the pressure of recapping full life updates off the table here. Life is too nutty to keep full updates going here. Moving in about a month and a half to 2 months. Don't know where. :) It'll take care of itself. Izzy's quotes as of late which are ever so amusing to me: "You love me? Awww, thank you Mommy! You're so nice to me." o_o "Woooooo Doggy, It's cold out here! Where are my mittens?!?!" Yesterday morning, she came to wake us up with Dostoyevsky's 'Notes from the Underground' book that she wanted us to start off the day reading. Oh honey, can't we just read an excerpt from The Hunger Games or something more my reading style? ((sigh)) Joaquin needs to curb his screeching when he needs something, else I may fall into that habit and just point to wine gla...