original little hellraisers

…on what not to do?  my new hobby is to bounce around the various websites/blogs that I like: dooce.com rules, daddytypes.com rules and sweet-juniper.com rules, and basically find ways to emulate these folks.  they’re all brilliant.  you should read their blogs too.  their kids are older than owen, so i use their sites to see [...]

uh, yeah. mom’s might not want to listen to this racy, racy corn nuts ad. anyone in my age range or lower, this is freaking hilarious. i guess we can only imagine what it will be like when owen and sequel are older.  i mean, my generation gets criticized for innuendo in many forms [...]

so. i resigned from my job last week. my last week is this week. it’s a very sad, emotionally confusing time for me right now, professionally. i’ve worked at this company for four and a half years, throwing myself into work at the expense of other things in my life that [...]

owen has an ear infection — that’s what has been driving him mad. poor little dude. he has had some rough nights prior to the antibiotics, which we have him doped up on along with baby motrin — i should invest in the motrin people, their product rules. i think the hardest [...]

nicole said it best.

so, owen is still pretty sick.  he’s having a terrible time in the early evening.  he’s still carrying a fever of around 103 right now and when he gets pissed about it, he literally runs through all his sign language in an attempt to communicate… crying the whole time of course.  it is one of [...]

i cannot, at this point, stand elmo very much. sure, he is a huge upgrade from baby einstein… but i can only listen to that voice so much before going insane. some enterprising young lads (in the south?) have found a cure for my elmo-driven madness. thing is, this little red beast [...]

and owen woke up puking like a college student. it was terrifying. he seems fine now, we’re going back to bed.  that or he is sympathy pregnant and pissed.

welp. there it is. the next blob in a long line of ultrasound blobs. that blob is ours. it is our number 2. if you want to see the super-creepy “4d” video, click the window to play.
or click here.
we’re not actually going to call anyone — rather, i’m starting the [...]

owen has learned how to jump. granted, he jumps about as high as our fattest cat, gwen, which is to say he barely gets his feet off the ground. it ends up looking a bit more like a fall onto his butt than a jump. he thinks it’s hilarious though.
he gets up on [...]