I fully expect to have a pretty serious case of post traumatic stress disorder going on after Rowan is through with me.

Really.

For all of my monkey-lovin' (not that way, perverts) friends out there.

As you read in my boy's post, yesterday was a sad day for us. Heart breaking news. My heart goes out to my MIL and her family. I wanted to go to Colorado to help but tickets just cost too much. Made the day even sadder. Sigh.

I spend most of yesterday afternoon getting a root canal and was feeling kind of sorry for myself. Yeah, I got over that pretty damn fast. My root canal was not that bad. My boy kept the girl and made life much easier as a result. Girl survived time away from the boobies ok. So did the boy.

Our life is golden. Really.

So, kiss your lover, spouse, child, friends, dog, chicken...whomever. And remember how fragile life is and enjoy the fuck out of it. Really, go now.

Sorry about the messed up tag on my pic earlier...LJ is not my friend today. On the other hand, can you stand the cuteness of the poopies? They actually formed a heart on their little bed together. Morrigan and I are going to eat ourselves sick on Necco Hearts.
Happy VD.

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Not having the time to respond to each of you who said sweet things about our baby - I have to say Thank You! She is the most amazing creature in the world and I am absolutely smitten.

Hugs to all.

Even though we still have the Great Souther Death Cold here in Southern Maryland, I managed to just whip up some Ginger Snaps. Who knew, I can bake!

Yes, I am a housewife. :)

The baby and I arrived home with some form of the Great Southern Death Cold. My poor girlie is very sickies and extremely grumpy about it. She is coughing away as I type this -- no drugs in our home pharmacy seem to be helping her. I seem to be about a day behind her on the symptoms..my throat hurts and my head won't stop pounding. Yuck.

As my boy pointed out, every time we go to Wal-Mart, Morrigan and I get sick. I was forced to go twice while in Georgia and South Carolina. The Universe has spoken loudly. I shall never set foot in another Wal-Mart, I swear it so right here.

WALMART = EVIL EMPIRE. What was I thinking?? Off to give the girl a steam bath and a massage with some Vicks. My poor chickie.

From the deep, deep old South. South Carolina and Georgia. My 90 year old Granny was a hoot. She actually said the word reckon and made it sound sweet. Have to love the South.

It will most likely take at least a week for the extra syllable to drop from my speech, but hey, it was kind of fun.

Came home to a CLEAN house and a boy who was happy to see us. I love you, home sweet home.

Morrigan is currently hanging out in the office with me squealing, well, like a girl. High pitched, listen to my voice, HEAR ME!

Never sounded so sweet.

Our baby is so cool.

Maggie Chicken just ate Morrigan's sweet potato with breast milk lunch.

She is now furiously trying to lick off the telltale orange from her face. Bad Chicken!

On another note; Morrigan and I are traveling this week to see my Granny in Georgia. She is getting to met her great-granddaughter for the first time. My Granny will be 91 in April. So amazing.

Have an amazing weekend, all.

Because I felt like sharing today..the cuteness of our girl is amazing. 

My Skip says my dream can interpreted as such: werewolves chasing me with fire and stuff = fire under my ass so that I will get off of said ass and get it in shape for our walk-a-thon.

Always can rely upon my Skip to cut to the chase. Love my Skip.

In our house this morning...

Boy wakes me up this AM as he come into the bedroom to get something.

I say, (as I sit up with my short, recently worn in a headband, hair standing straight up) "I am getting up, I was having a horrible nightmare!"

Boy replies, "About what?"...I say, "Werewolves!". He replies, in deadpan, of course..."What, they weren't scared away by your hair."

Ha. I say.

Said nightmare was absolutely terrifying. These werewolves were trying to eat my baby and stuff was on fire. Albeit, no wolves were dressed up like my grandmother or anything...but is was freaky. I love wolfies, not sure what that was all about. No fairytales have been read in the house either.
Very strange.

Morrigan is sleeping off her rough night in her crib as I type. Ha, must be nice. I tried to wake her up so that she would suffer not get too much daytime sleep and she literally nodded off sitting up. Poor bird is tired. If I were an intelligent kind of girl, I would go sleep myself...alas, I have some FREE TIME! Oh, sweet free time.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love being a mommy? I swear I do.

My Boy finally gave into the Livejournal pull. Hee.

For some reason, Morrigan has not slept well for going on 3 nights now. I have entered the sleep deprivation stage where I feel like I am kind of having strange acid flash backs or I am getting a really bad migraine.

Let the hallucinations commence.

I have so many fucked up memories of feeling this way after a night, or morning for that matter, out at the clubs. Up all night..eye balls gritty, head pounding...yet oddly very awake.

Serotonin dipping dangerously, yet I need to watch Law and Order.

Motherhood is one harsh mistress. Please sleep, little bird. Mommy is tired of threatening to throw herself off of bridges in the middle of the night. Oh, and of scary your daddy. Oh, and he looks like hell too. SLEEP.