tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58600640276306196162012-01-18T16:00:24.104-06:00Where the Wild (but Mostly Mild) Things AreSharkbait's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10188681638966933771noreply@blogger.comBlogger2311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860064027630619616.post-87891311855279717082010-12-03T10:49:00.001-06:002010-12-03T10:50:05.541-06:00

I have a confession to make, there is a little piece of me that dies every single time someone suggests to someone else that they should 'get over it'. The 'it' being whatever personal issue that person has. 'It' may be an argument with a family member, death of parent/child/sibling/friend, abuse suffered at the hands of parent/child/sibling/friend/stranger, etc. There is a trauma that every

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Dearest Taylor, Today marks fifteen years that you left this world, and took your bright eyes and beautiful smile with you. In the last fifteen years a lot of things have changed, but the most important thing hasn't changed, I still don't have you. I still think of you almost every day, about how beautiful you were, how you smiled, and how your laugh sounded. I think about how much you loved to

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**WRITTEN 9/28/2010 I hit save instead of Publish** Exercise and I will never be friends, it is the bane of my very existence. I hate it and everything it stands for. That being said, exercise is also a necessary evil. So I grumble, grouse, and swear about it, but I do it. I've seen no real results in my weight, but I have seen a marked improvement in my stamina and energy. I've done Couch to 5k

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There are many  reasons to love living in New Orleans, the culture, the food, the festivals, the food...what? Yes, I know I said the food twice, it is THAT good. Anyway, two of the things I absolutely adore about New Orleans is Audubon Zoo and The Aquarium of the Americas. And now, with the addition of the Mancub to our little family, we have the perfect excuse to go to those places often, and

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***The following post was written on June 24th and for some reason 'Saved' not published. Read on: Dear Mancub, Today was a special day for you sweetie, you turned the big 0-2! You woke up extra early, thanks for that by the way, and we got you dressed and went to the Aquarium of the Americas with your all of your grandparents and Aunt K. Of course, you didn't know it was your birthday, and

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So as Mancub's second birthday fast approaches I find myself in a quandary, as he's never managed to escape the confines of his prison, erm... I mean to say baby bed, do I convert his bed to a toddler bed or leave him suspended in time like a pre-flight Peter Pan in his baby bed. I should be clear, it's not for lack of effort that he has been unable to make like the Joe Bowers, he tries every

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Recently I have had numerous people offer their opinion on what I should do to make my life more fulfilling and happy. I mostly just smile and nod, but seriously? I'm thinking they should all just back the fck off. I like my life, I'm happy, and simply because I don't walk around shooting sunshine out of my ass all day every day; it doesn't give anyone the right to tell me they think I need to

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So Mancub has decided on a new ritual for the end of the day. Where before we would give him a bath and settle on the couch and watch 'Jack's Big Music Show' or 'Mickey Mouse Clubhouse' for an hour, he has decided that he prefers to lay in Mommy and Daddy's bed and watch 'The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh' or 'Pooh' for short. He picked up this habit from my mother who, in an attempt to

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So I may have mentioned in yesterday's post that I love love love me some Mancub. He's cute, he's funny, he's a toddler, so generally he's just plain fun, and yet... there are moments. Those moments are fleeting and rare, but when they occur? I begin to search the house for the hard liquor. These moments all have the same trigger, whining. When he whines it makes me want to peel my face off and

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Mancub is approaching his second birthday. Gone are the days of watching him scoot his little diapered butt across the floor because he doesn't want to crawl or walk. Now he runs everywhere, especially away from whatever it is you want him to do. Gone are the hours of watching him sit in one place and play contentedly with his blocks. Now he is only still while he's asleep. Gone is the always

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I used to consider myself moderately graceful. I could dance, walk a balance beam, walk and chew bubblegum, etc etc. Over the years there have been moments when I doubted my grace, but there were always extenuating circumstances that contributed to a fall. Yesterday I was forced to acknowledge that I have been living in a reality that is clearly not actually reality. I will relate the events that

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To my Grandmother, Today we said goodbye to you. We watched you slip away from us, and though it was painful to do we let you go to find the peace that your poor body needed after suffering for so long. As we sat there in your hospice room, we reminisced about our favorite memories with you. It was sweet and sad at the same time. Three generations were in that room today, but only two left that

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Yep, I know it's been a long time since I posted. I could make excuses, but there really aren't any; other than I haven't been up to it. I will get back into the groove of things once the Paxil, Nicotine, and Caffeine withdrawals sibside. Until then, I am unfit for you interwebz company.

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In the blogging community I am a nobody, and happy to remain that way. I never looked at this blog as a way to make money, win friends, or influence people. This is my own little place to rant and rage against the world that, for the most part, irks the shit out of me. Occasionally I am witty while I do it, but more often than not I merely blog for the pleasure of having an outlet for my

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There are days no one likes to remember, but no one can ever forget. For me today is that day, October 26, 1995 is the day that my beautiful perfect angel-girl Taylor Nicole left this world. She was three days shy of 9 months old, and unable to survive a surgery to repair her sick little heart. In the 14 years that have passed I have mourned heavily and without restraint. Last year was my first

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You may remember earlier this year that I was tasked with forming and heading the Suburban Squirrel Liberation Front. The SSFL is a one woman operation geared toward saving the masses of urban squirrels who inhabit the immediate area outside my back door. My father in law is...woodsy, he hunts, fishes, traps, and eats wild game. As a proud meat eater, I have no problem with this in theory. I only

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I awoke this morning to the news that President Obama has been awarded a Nobel Peace Prize. My initial response was, "What the hell for?!"  "Say Wha?", and I must admit that I sounded like the arena full of reporters with my gasping surprise. I am not saying that I dislike our President, in fact I think given the TIME, he may one day do something to actually warrant a Peace Prize, but his simply

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So as many of you who know me in real life are aware I have been a demon for weight loss in the last few weeks. Tired of feeling like a prisoner in my own body, and tired of talking about doing it instead of actually doing it, I have cowboy'd up and been working out like a lunatic. It started innocuously enough, I'd play on the Wii Fit, walk on the treadmill, ride my stationary bike, and then

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As stated in the previous post, I am having some technical issues with regards to my emotional state. Nothing to fear, I don't hear voices (well any more voices than usual), I'm not going to hurt myself (although I can't promise people who annoy me are safe), and I'm working through them. The way I work through my issues is with writing, whether it be here, Facebook, Twitter, or writing new short

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Hello friends, long time no see, how ya been, how the hell are ya, and all that jazz. I have no excuses for not writing sooner, I could make some up, but...nah, I don't have enough energy for all that at the mo. This is a blog post for a few people, you know who you are, you know what I've done, and here is the post, The One Where I'm Sorry.You may have noticed a distinct detachment in me lately.

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I had a flat tire this morning. While that does suck beyond the telling of it, I also have a husband who has a handy-dandy little doohickey that will fill my tire back up allowing me to get to the tire repair place. Let's call this place 2's shall we? I'm all about anonymity. Anyway, I get to the tire place at 6:55 a.m. and they take me right away. I pull into the assigned spot and get out of my

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Dear Nibblet, I know you didn't know that today was your birthday, or why everyone you saw today fell all over themselves to hold, hug, and kiss you, but today you turned an amazing one year old. Daddy and I love you so much, little man. We don't remember life without you even though you have only been with us for one year. We look back on the last year and are in awe of you. Who could have

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Even the best laid plans are shot to hell sometimes. I had visions of a misty eyed husband watching a sweet video of his baby boy Sunday morning, sipping his coffee in bed, and eating the breakfast I made for him. I also envisioned my sleepy eyed almost one year old sleeping past the ass crack of dawn on Sunday morning so that I could make said breakfast. Ah, how I dream.How Father's Day morning

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So the decision has been made. I know now how we (Nibblet & I) are going to tell his daddy how great he is. The present he's getting is going to aid us, he's getting a camcorder. We're going to shoot a video to play for him Father's Day evening. I'm right now trying to find the perfect song to go on the video does anyone have any suggestions? Pretty Pretty Please?

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Dear Dad's (except my useless Ghost Dad),I want you to know that I realize that you guys get the short end of the appreciation stick more often than not. I know that our culture all but ignores who you all are when it comes to the parental successes and accolades. I also know that there is a strong and proud group of you that carry the burden of being Stay At Home Dads who ,aside from being the

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Dear Mother Nature,I get it, I do. I understand that part of a woman's burden is her monthly purging of her body's useless uterine lining. I also understand that in order for this to happen that there is indeed going to be some discomfort. But let me ask you something oh wise and worn Mother Nature, why in hell do I still need to do this every month when my body is useless as a reproductive

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I mentioned yesterday that we are only 12 short days away from Nibblet's first birthday and 16 days away from his 1st birthday party. I mentioned it in passing, and moved quickly along to the post topic at hand. This was for 2 reasons. 1) His birthday was not the topic of the post, and 2) I didn't want to look deeper into the all out freakfest that I feel coming on because of said party.I hate to

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Nibblet's first birthday is only 13 days away. His 1st birthday party is only 16 days away. My house is finally finished, but needs to be put back together and cleaned to within an inch of its' life. I've got 124 employees to pay and a weirded out 4th of July Holiday schedule to correct BEFORE the holiday gets here. I've got quite a bit on my plate for the next few weeks, but it's mostly good

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We have a new member to our family. A precious little Shih Tzu puppy named Cami. Now my husband mentioned that he would love to have one, so I (being the goddess of all things gifted) decided to get him one for Father's Day. I looked and inquired all around and was shot down by 6 breeders before I found one woman who was more than happy to let us have Cami. See photo for over the top cuteness:

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It's been almost a month since renovations started on the house. It is comforting to know that we are in the homestretch, but I am so very SICK.AND.TIRED of living out of one room in the house. Our contractor is a good guy, but I cannot figure out the power he has over my husband and the checkbook. I have had to intercede and become SuperBitch to stop the man from convincing my husband that we

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I have taken to wandering the sheet rocked-but-not-painted hallway of my home mumbling, "It won't suck much longer", like a mental patient waiting for her pills from Nurse Ratched. I am very happy with the way the renovations are proceeding, but I get a distinct 'Money Pit' feeling every time I see the contractor's number pop up on my caller id. We have gone from a fairly straightforward close in

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I've been delinquent in the posting department but I have a good excuse. 1) It is the end of the semester which means an algebra final is looming and I'm panicky. 2) Nibblet is now scarily mobile and is pulling himself up on everything that will be still (furniture) and some things that won't (dog, Daddy, walker). 3) Home renovation project is in full swing and I have been unable to locate the

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Mimi's son told her one night that he wanted to start a swear jar, and everybody put in a dollar for each swear word, or variation of swear word, said. Now I understand the need to keep swearing to a minimum in front of virginal ears, but a $1.00 fine seems pretty hefty to me, considering how vociferously I can swear. He wants to give it to charity at the end of every month and that is a noble

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In an effort to show support to the Spohr family and honor Maddie I have started the Steel Magnolias March for Maddie team for the March of Dimes walk in New Orleans, LA on April 25th. I'm trying to do more than be a word smith here, I want to be active in this. I know it sounds like I'm going off the deep end here, and maybe I am. I just cannot stop thinking about Heather and Mike, and of course

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To Make a donation to the March of Dimes in Maddie's Name please go here:http://www.marchforbabies.org/personal_page.asp?w=131032674&u=marchformaddie&bt=7Thanks.

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I have never met Madeline Spohr or her parents. I was never blessed to have seen this little girl in person or to have held her. I only know her because I read her Mommy's blog, and I follow her Mommy on Twitter. But my heart breaks none the less to tell the rest of the world that Madeline has passed away. Her 16 months on this earth were too short, and her parents love her so much. I am crying

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In an effort to help me get in shape and generally healthier my good friend Mimi has started having me run the stairs in our office building. I hate her and love her for it equally. The first time I did it I made 2 runs, almost passed out and then went back to my desk to die a little. The second time I made it 3 runs and she almost had to carry my back to my desk. The third time I did 5 runs but

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Have I mentioned my distaste for math? I went into today's test feeling more dread than usual. I know this stuff cold, but it is the type of math that allows the over-thinking part of me to screw it up. I went into the test repeating to myself (in my head so no one would think I was nuts) 'Don't over think it, don't over think it, don't over...' you get the idea. But I get the test paper and it

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Forget the economy, forget the idiot that cut you off at the red light this morning on your way to work, and listen to me for a moment.If you are not a football fan, and I'm talking American Football not soccer, you may not know who Jason Moats is. Jason Moats is a running back in the NFL for the Houston Texans. Mr. Moats and his wife got a call during the night on March 18th that his

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I have mentioned previously that I am enthralled by the supernatural, and I was surprised to get a wankerish email asking me if I had found God. Despite my attempts to ignore this email, it got the better of me and I have been engaged in a heated 'Bite me/Bless you' exchange. I don' t know why some people associate all supernatural curiosity with devil worship, but some do. I have a low tolerance

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To the few followers who read here, excuse me while I get sappy and sentimental.Mom,I know that you are spending your birthday working, and I hate that I won't see you today unless I hop a Jet Blue flight to New York. I want you to know that I love you very much, and I hope that you have a very happy birthday. I also want to say "Thank you." for the love and support you have given me over the

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Over the last month or so I have been having more and more vivid dreams. I can smell the coffee brewing while I sit in a cafe' watching the Creole Queen go by on the river. The color red I painted my kitchen in my dreams last night was so bright it gave me a headache, which I woke up with. I am also having more Lucid Dreams. Lucid Dreaming is when you are asleep, yet know that you are dreaming so

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Please excuse the constant change in the look of this blog. I'm trying to decide how best to decorate my personal space. This is directly related to the lack of satisfaction I am feeling regarding the redecorating of my home. The more floor tile samples I look at, the more I want to change the color of my font. The more paint chips I see, the more I want to give the whole thing a face lift. I am

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I quit. I'm done. I have no use for daylight savings time so I have no choice but to make a formal declaration of my own country and take back my hour of sleep. Scoff if you must, but here in Nibbletonia we don't change our clocks just for the hell of it, because really...isn't it hard enough to get your infant to sleep without screwing with their schedule.It never occurred to me that Nibs would

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I love other bloggers, I really do. I follow several, and almost wet myself with laughter just reading the Title of Julie's post, read it HERE. I did what most of her followers do, read through the comments to laugh with her other readers, and once in a while tell her how brilliant she is. Well, most of us laughed wildly at her wit and agreed with her wholeheartedly regarding the issue in the

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I may have mentioned once or twice that I live in New Orleans, I'm a city girl, born and raised. I don't camp, I don't fish, I don't hunt. I do eat wild game, but I am not catching, cleaning, or cooking it. My husband who does fish with ferocity but doesn't hunt much, doesn't care for the taste of wild game, he will occasionally eat some deer roast or duck if it's prepared well, but he doesn't

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Nibblet is almost 8 months old. He is a good baby, with a great disposition...normally. He is a blond haired, blue eyed, dimple cheeked insomniac.He's been awake since 2am, so have I. He's got his cranky pants on, so do I. He occasionally bursts into a heart melting smile, so do...nope that's where the similarities end. I have tried everything I can think of, singing, snuggling, sitting in the

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I love the Paranormal. Anything unexplained, supernatural, or creepy gets my ears all perky. If you were to look into the window to my soul that is my DVR you would see the following shows all scheduled to record at any and every showing, 1) Paranormal State 2) Supernatural 3) Ghost Hunters International 4) Criminal Minds. Now I know Criminal Minds isn't related to the otherworldly but I am all

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It's been a few days and I thought I might come to love math, like you come to love the pet your spouse brought home and you didn't really want. But nope, I still hate, it still mocks me, and I have still not gotten anyone to give me a straight answer as to when I will need to use interval notation in real life.Nibby is about to be 7 months old. He is the cutest thing! I have to post pictures, I

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So I have started back to school. College is beating the beejezus right out of me at the moment, as my only class is Math for Dummies. I am a fairly intelligent person, who is a quick study at most everything I try, but throw a math problem at me that doesn't involve my checkbook and I suddenly get the dumbs and cannot brain.I hate math and everything it stands for, I have found no useful purpose

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Stupid people just suck the life right out of me. You can deal with angry people, you just have to find their off switch. You can deal with eternally happy people, just imagine yourself stomping them into a pile of oozing goo, but stupid people? There's no dealing with them without you losing IQ points and your temper. I would share the story of the 2009 Asshat Award nominee, but I don't have the

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There really is nothing better than a rainy day in January when your are confined to your house with your cute as a button six month old, and your sweet husband. We laid about, I worked a little, we grazed on leftovers and just generally hung out basking in the glorious-ness of our first Saturday of 2009 as a family.

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As a Human Resources professional, I have heard many many absurd stories. From excuses as to why you can't come to work, all the way down to why you think you should be able to use your sick time to take a cruise with your spouse, but today I have finally hit the point where I had to tell an employee to stop, their issue was not HR related and that they were giving me too much personal

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We had a nice New Year's Eve. Almost everyone partied like it was 1999, except for a few of us who partied like it was 1799 and opted for the sitting in the kitchen with the women folk while the dumb-asses with too much testosterone stood outside in the freezing cold setting things on fire and trying to put their eyes out with bottle rockets.New Years Day, Dh and I slept in as Nibby spent the

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My, my. 2008 is slipping quickly away and all I have to show for it is a beautiful 6 month old baby boy. 2008 has been an adventure filled roller coaster ride that hasn't stopped. I'm a little queasy, but want to do it again!I've missed blogging, but things have been standing in the way of my blog-time, but no more. 2009 is the year of ME. I'm going to do everything bigger and better (except

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Oh my oh my, where has the time gone? It seems as though it were only yesterday that I was telling funny stories about...well I posted something, it may have been amusing, but most likely not. At any rate, I have been exceptionally busy with life, holidays, and the joys of a 5 month old infant son. Nibblet is becoming such a little person, he is quick to let you know when he has had enough. He is

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Howdy folks. Nibblet had his 4 month appointment on Monday and he is weighing in at 15lbs 13oz, and is 26 inches long. We have a big boy on our hands! The doctor was appropriately impressed with Nibs who smiled and cooed and generally put on one hell of a charming little show for his doctor. We got the go ahead to give him cereal with a spoon and to start him on juice once we were sure he didn't

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Last year while Office Mate (OM) and I were running all over New Orleans picking up the gifts for our company Christmas party, we had the local radio station on that plays Christmas carols from Thanksgiving day until Midnight Christmas day. Somehow or another we got to talking about how poor Rudolph must have felt being left out of the reindeer games. How it must have made his antlers sag a

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I don't have much time to post, but DH dropped Nibblet off this morning and he smiled when he saw the teacher he met yesterday. I called at 9:15am and they told me he hasn't cried once and even let them change his diaper without coming unglued at the seams. (If you knew him you would know this is a big deal, he doesn't like having his diaper changed in the first place, let a stranger change it

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So it's taken me a while to dry my weepy eyes enough to post, but I called the day care at about 1pm. Not only has my son decided he wants no part of day care, he has decided to show his displeasure with the situation by refusing to eat for almost 6 hours. My chunky little monkey has decided that a hunger strike will get his point across that he is mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. Of

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I am blogging at work, so sue me, I am attempting to ignore the fact that I dropped my little bitty Nibblet off for his first day at daycare. It would be easier to do it if I didn't have his smiling cherubic face smiling at me a mere 18 inches away from my monitor. This day care is excellent, I have no doubt that my OCD has paid off again, and the 2 months of researching, asking for references,

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I'm on my way out to pick up her books now!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8jnXfVPGfA

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I truly was all hopped up about finding Nibs a candy corn costume. I have co-workers, family, RL (real life) friends, and Bloggy friends all in on the hunt.****Quick Gratitude Break****Caustic Cupcake: You are the best hun! I hadn't seen the costume you found, but do agree with your assessment that it looks a little too much like Klan garb, which I would like to avoid at all costs. But you are a

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On the 13th, Nibblet's babysitter and personal playmate, Aunt T is going back to work. Nibblet and I have talked about how sad we are to see Aunt T go back to work for Muzic Party, but she is so good at her job that they need her. He understand, but doesn't like it. Truth be told, neither does Aunt T. She loves her job, the freedom, the atmosphere, the new challenge of being promoted to site

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I don't ask for much. World peace, economic stability, politicians who actually represent the people, and a candy corn costume. Alright, maybe the first three are reaching, but you would think the candy corn Halloween costume for a 3 month old wouldn't be a problem, wouldn't you? Well you would be wrong. For the first time in memory Google has failed me, and it isn't even Google's fault, I guess

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I got some fantastic news today, my sister is pregnant. I am so happy for her and I know she will be a great mom. I met her and my mother for lunch so that she could tell my mom the news, I already knew because she wanted to be sure that I was okay with her being PG after my struggles with infertility. It's funny, in a perverted and twisted way, I had no idea what she meant when she asked me if I

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Where does the time go??

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I got on the scale this morning to weigh myself, I wanted a starting number as I am back on South Beach Diet. When the digital scale finally gave me number it said, "Jesus woman, get off you're killing me!" I cringed, fought back a wave of nausea, and then felt my conviction surge..I can do this. Of course, being at a funeral service late last night, getting up late this morning, and worrying

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I have spent the last 6 days away from home, not on some exotic vacation, not on a serene retreat, not even on a business trip in seminars that make me want to stab myself in the eye from sheer boredom. I have been evacuated thanks to Hurricane Gustav. I am back in New Orleans, a city which I absolutely adore, but still not able to go home. I have no power, so I am basically still evacuated just

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So I'm a bad blogger, I know this and will eventually find the balance between blogging and snuggling with my son. For now, you will have to get your news a few days after it happens, so let me get you caught up. We had our baby shower on August 16th, there will be a post all unto itself regarding the awesomeness of the shower to come. On the 21st Nibblet got circumcised. This post will be all

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Nobody warned me that completing a blog post, much less a coherent thought, with a 7 week old in the house would be impossible. I though that there would be points throughout my days that would find me with a sleeping infant and time to wash clothes, type up a clever blog post, wash my hair. Alas no such points of time exist. I spend all of time non-working hours loving up on the aforementioned 7

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I spoke too soon about the marvels of Nibblet's sleep pattern. Himself decided to be up screeching like a barn own until 3:30am. I'm only doing a blog post so that I can stay awake at work. People must be able to tell that I am exhausted because I have much less stupid shit hit my desk today than I have had in the past week. Saves me thr trouble of mustering up the strength to give them an ugly

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Today our little man turned one month old. I will be making this brief as I have the night planned out for the three of us to hang out in bed and get some much needed sleep and for his Nibs to watch his first Disney Movie. Things have been going really well. Nib sleeps from Midnight to 6am, now if only I could learn to fall asleep before 2am it would be heaven. He's eating well, looking cute, and

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I have mentioned once or twice that I love my husband. I may have mentioned also, that at times, I am tempted to set him on fire or smother him with a pillow when he grates on my nerves. I would like to reinforce the first statement and sheepishly retract all derogatory statements made about my wonderful, caring, loving spouse. This weekend he gave me the most amazing gift I could have ever asked

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You will notice the new blog listed on my blog roll. Nibblet has his own blog now, and I finally got the little man to do his own first post so forgive the grammatical and spelling errors. He's new at this.

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In an act of utter desperation, last night just shy of midnight with a wide eyed Nibblet still refusing to sleep, and a Wonder Dad on the verge on physical collapse; I grabbed 3 pillows and a blanket and settled myself in on the couch with the Nibblet. It took all of 6 minutes of complete darkness and his Nibs was out like a light. Sweet Sleep, oh how I've missed you. He and I slept on the sofa

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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition, gentle readers, we have free hands!!! Wonder Dad's cousin, whom I adore, lent us her swing and Nibblet is sitting tight and quiet in it As.We.SPEAK!!! Oh the joys of motherhood and the bliss of being able to wash dishes, clothes, and self without toting your squirming bundle of newborn insomniac...er joy around with you. I know I have worried many of you

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When DH and I are lying in bed looking at Nibblet, who is perfect and came home on Wednesday, we can't believe how the stars aligned to bring us three together. On October 4, 2007 we went to the adoption agency to deliver our profiles and put a down payment on our future as a family. As do all things in life, our journey came full circle today, July 4th, as we went to the agency to sign the

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I just want to let you all know that Nibblet is doing well. He will be on a 7 day course of antibiotics to beat whatever is trying to infect him, but he is doing amazingly well. The NICU is a place I had never hoped to visit, and a club to which I never wanted to belong was the NICU Mommy Club.

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Our boy is getting cuter by the day, and we love him more each time we see him. We had his DNA swab done today and should have the results by Tuesday or Wednesday of next week. I believe that it will all work out the way it's meant to. DH is more and more anxious about getting the results by the moment. He is afraid to bond too closely with the Nibblet, but he can't help himself. Neither can I.

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Thank you to everyone who has posted their congrats. I promise to be a better blogging friend and start responding to comments again shortly. Nibblet is currently a guest of the NICU and DH and I still haven't been able to hold him. Because of the rough rough time that he has gone through with the birth, his breathing is too fast and he has a minor infection. We should be able to hold our little

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After 31 hours of labor and still needing a C-Section, the Nibblet decided to make his arrival tonight at 8:45 PM. Our poor poor BM went through physical hell and I can't say enough good things about her. Our son, Nibblet, was born weighing in at 8lbs 10 oz, measuring 20 3/4 inches long. I will post birth details later, right now I cannot event think for the sheer exhaustion and elation. Pictures

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It's nice to come across someone with a sense of humor similar to your own, to find that you both enjoy the same dark, dry, twisted amusements, it makes you feel a little less alone. You know when it's not so nice? When you are the target of the twisted sense of humor and humorer is God. As my husband, my mother, and I sat in the lobby of the hospital waiting for our BM to be induced for two

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I am lying in bed watching TV and snuggling with the husband while we both pretend that we aren't about to climb out of our skin with the sheer excitement of it all. Tomorrow at 2pm our BM will be induced and we will be on our way to the final stretch of this excruciatingly painful waiting process. The process of waiting doesn't end with the birth of the Nibblet. Oh no, we have 5 business days

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Our BM was scheduled to be induced today, but she has been moved back to Monday. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG! Okay so it's only 6 more days, but I'm oh so tired of waiting!!!!!!!!!!!

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I love talking about the adoption, not that you could tell from this blog, and goodness knows that everyone and their great aunt Esther has parenting tips, the one that I would love to follow but find absolutely unable to is this one, 'Sleep now before your baby comes home.' I would kill for about 6 hours of unbroken sleep, but I am just TOO.EXCITED.TO.SLEEP.PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!! Dh is now caught up

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We spent the day with DH's family because I haven't spoken to Ghost Dad in 13 years. We had a great day, a long and unproductive great day. It was nice to slow down for a while and just enjoy being together with our family. Don't get me wrong the baby was the hot topic, anyone and everyone wanted to know details, of which we have few to share. Of course some of the...ahem....seasoned parental

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I would have to assume that what I am doing now is the adoptive parent's version of nesting. I am purchasing bottles (though I have 35), diapers (you can never have too many), and assorted little geegaws, gadgets, and gizmos that I may never use, but know I will need if I don't have it. My husband has given up on trying to figure out how much of what we need and just smiles and nods when I show

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Okay so we all know that the countdown has been on since the day we found out we were matched. We also know that my wonderful sweet ADHD husband has his own 'special' way of counting down. We know that the baby is not giving up the goods, we know that the BM scared the holy beejeezus out of us by dropping off the face of the earth for a while. We know that 1st time mothers can have the baby

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This weekend was pleasant though busy. We are putting the finishing touches on the nursery and DH is painting the guest bathroom. We have eaten crawfish two days in a row, I could eat it again tomorrow! Our BM emailed and text messaged me this weekend, both times to let me know her cell phone replacement has come in and her phone is now working, and to tell us that while they weren't able to

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I have finally gotten word from the BM, via our wonderful Agency Director, that the u/s went well and she and the baby are just fine. Babyd is proving that God has a sense of humor by still steadfastly refusing the give up the goods. There is no way to tell the gender of this baby and I firmly believe that he/she will come out with their little legs crossed to maintain the suspense as long as

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I have placed a call to the agency and our AD will call her. I hate to be so pushy, especially when the pushee is a pregnant woman, but I'm dying here!

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ACK!!!!!!! All night long I tossed and turned and wished and prayed that I would just get a frazzlin' email from our BM. I was checking my email at 1:30, 3:15, 3:45, 4:16, 4:28, and 5:06. I don't know what makes me think a pregnant woman would be up at that time of the night, but I was afraid not to check. This is the ugly side of my personality, the side that I generally try to hide behind the

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Where in the bloody hell is our BM. She was having an u/s and they were hoping to determin BabyD's gender!!!!!!!! I keep checking my email and cell phone every fifteen seconds. I.Need.Her.To.Call/Email/Smoke Signal.The.Results.NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I am one of those girls who had boobs the minute puberty started. I have never named them, tattooed them, pierced them, flashed them at Mardi Gras, or used them to gain the upper hand in any situation. In short, I don't pay them much attention, they don't bother me, I don't bother them, it's all good. I've had them for as long as I care to remember and aside from their ability to feed a child,

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After 21 hellish days of no contact with our BM we have finally, FINALLY, heard from her. True, I had to stalk her via MySp@ce, but damn; what's an adoptive parent to do when the BM falls off the face of the earth. The good news is that she and the baby are both fine and the adoption is still on, the bad news???? Both her current boyfriend and the ex want paternity tests done. Now, if it's the ex

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