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As of this morning, we were all just about fully recovered from Thursday night's excitement, AKA The Night I Panicked, Ran Into a Wall, Landed Butt-First In Dog Food, Narrowly Avoided Burning the House Down But Thoroughly Traumatized My Children Anyway. Jason and I replaced the fried oven coil over the weekend and scrubbed and re-scrubbed fire extinguisher residue off a truly mind-blowing number of surfaces and kitchen items. The one thing we HADN'T done, however, was actually turn the oven on. That was like, Advanced Placement PTSD level shit there, and every time I thought about it I decided... Read more →

This Mortal Coil

I dropped my mom off at the train station yesterday, and she fretted over leaving so soon. Jason wasn't going to get home until the wee hours of the morning, so was I sure I would be okay without her that night? All on my own? I laughed. Come on, Mom. I can handle one measly night alone with my own children. I've done it before, you know. That's the conversation that kept running through my head a few hours later, when the oven caught on fire. I'd just finished heating up some fish sticks for the boys -- the... Read more →

Blessed Preshus Milestones of Doom

One... Two... Awfuck. So. That started happening. The worst part is that he's almost simulaneously mastered flipping back onto his belly, which means he'll soon be doing that thing where I leave him on the floor for three seconds and then BAM, he's wedged underneath some nearby furniture. The best part is that I can start dressing him in a layer of Swiffer cloths and stop vaccuuming under the couch. Read more →

Ike, Instagram'd

Every photo I take of this baby is immediately my most favorite. We've officially entered the Four Months Old Ball of Sunshine & Glee stage, where almost everything is worth smiling at or over because WHOA CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS NONSENSE? I'M SITTING UPRIGHT KIND OF! THAT TOY MAKES NOISE. MY FEET ARE IN MY MOUTH. BOOBS CONTINUE TO EXIST. Yeah, he's very caps-locky right now, sorry. Just be glad I'm sparing you my version of I'M ON A BOAT entitled I'M IN A STROLLER., anyway. (Just need another verse's worth of lyrics. THEN WATCH THE FUCK OUT.) (Wooden... Read more →

Blood Around the Edges

Jason is at a software conference in California all week, and apparently can see Disneyland from his hotel. My mom is in town to help me out with the kids, or at least that's the idea: Please come and save me from my own purposeful decision to have this many children, ay yi fucking yi. Today is (was? would have been? no, let's stick with is) my parents' wedding anniversary. I'm glad she's here. She says she's glad she's here, too. She had flowers and a card delivered to his grave this morning, though. Her grief is...still intense. Raw and... Read more →