Showing posts from December, 2009


I'm realizing that we are supposed to be packed and moved out of this place by January 8. Have we packed anything? The short answer would be no. I could go on and on about how I hardly get any sleep and I have a 5 week old and I am 38 for chrissakes, not some spring chicken... But... My ass is so gonna be grass come January 7 or so.

Her Boyfriends Are Gonna Be in Big Trouble

I just wanted to say thank you to all for your lovely warm congratulations on Miss P, and just know that I read ALL of your posts on my bloglines feed reader, I just rarely have the time to comment. I know, bad BAD Gina. But I love you all, have no doubt. When I found out I was pregnant and we told Mr. P he was going to have a sibling, he was so very happy he actually ran around screaming. Uh, in happiness, I assure you. The entire pregnancy, I kept telling him that he was going to be Miss P's most favorite person in the world. Because of course she is going to adore and idolize her much older brother. I mean, he's so totally awesome it was a foregone conclusion. He has been so wonderfully doting on her that I feel like crying every time he interacts with her. He loves holding her, and he gets a kick every time her Moro reflex kicks in and she grasps his finger. He asks if he can go check on her while she is sleeping, and just generally likes to hang around her when she i