So you know what I decided I needed? I needed another blog. Or maybe it was a hole in the head. From which even MORE of my every vapid, passing thought could flow more freely out of.
Anyway, I done got my arm twisted into blogging about...oh my God, you guys, I have NO IDEA WHAT I'M GOING TO BLOG ABOUT. I was actually sold on the idea of these salon-style conversational things we'll be doing with all the Babble bloggers, but we aren't actually doing those yet, so in the meantime I have nothing to talk about. So I'm getting all kinds of weirdly meta over there about blogging and IT'S WEIRD, Y'ALL. Also kind of cricket-y. But! Samantha Bee! And Dino Dan's Mom, whose presence has officially (though surely temporarily) made me the absolute coolest, in Noah's opinion.
But yeah. If anybody has any topic ideas they want to throw into consideration, go right ahead. I clearly don't know what the hell I'm doing over there yet. (Just don't say cloth diapers, because I KNOW I KNOW I'M WORKING ON IT, and don't say anything about baby food or kid food or gardening, because I have another plan for those subjects, because I will not be happy until I have chopped up every possibly distinct part of my life into the most jacked-up million-slice piechart of blogs EVER.
Anyway. I'm exhausted now from all this thinking. Here, allow me to kind of freak your shit out a little bit:
Noah, at 10 weeks:
Ike, at 11 weeks:
Noah, at 11 weeks:
Hmm. So maybe it is a good thing I'm adding another blog. This one is clearly stuck in reruns, anyway.
PS Ezra at 12 weeks, for reference and proof that occasionally I do indeed make a slightly different variety of baby.