My darling moppet. Oh alright, here’s a not crude one, too:
The very hungry caterpillar onesie you cannot see in the bottom pic is courtesy the faboo Laurel, the Dissent onesie (and that’s a 6 month size, folks) is courtesy the wonderful Spygirl. Want to get your own fabulous Dissentwear? Have a toddler who needs to bring the snark, or wish to horrify your family yourself? Go to this here cafepress store to get some.
I thought the kidney infections, the food regulations, the puking, the unending nausea, the back pain… I thought that was the worst of it. That once we had the wriggly bundle of joy that there would be challenges, of course, but nothing so uncomprehendingly, mind-numbingly bad as parts of my pregnancy.
And then, then I met Gymbo. Gymbo the evil, song singing, brightly colored clown. Click below for more of the madness.
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Ooops, I did it aga–oh no I didn’t.
Some of y’all know I suffered through a gymboree class yesterday. That pales in comparison to today’s hijinks.
Today I had to run out and buy a pregnancy test. Click below to get the full measure of my hysterical antics.
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You’re going to get this stuck
in your head, for which I apologize. Well, except to Stef.
Yet more reasons the Lad and I are unfit parents…(click below for more!)
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See, he didn’t burst into flame.
Sean unwinds after a hard day driving out the Dark Lord.
So Tuesday morning, bright and early, it was time for the Snarklet’s 2 month peds appointment. All weekend long people had been asking me how much he weighed, and I was saying, based on the charts and what size clothes he was into, probably about 11, 11 and a quarter pounds.
Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Um, no.
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The invasion has come and gone. Leather Pants Grrrl arrived 2 weeks ago for an extended visit, then last Thursday Matilda, Dog-Faced Boy, King of the Hill People, and my mother showed up. The next day, the MIL, FIL, R and E arrived. And on Saturday, we banished Satan.
That is, we tried to.
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And he himself carved the roast beast
There’s a day, in every family, where everything goes wrong. My family has one, referred to as Black Tuesday- when the plumber and exterminator informed my mother that they found the leak which was attracting termites, and it was in the foundation under the kitchen and they’d need to jackhammer it up; the vet called to say the dog did, in fact, have valley fever and she needed to be brought in to commence the expensive, arsenic based treatment immediately and it only had a 15% success rate; and then the pediatrician called to say he was back from vacation, had looked at my numbers, and I needed to be hospitalized that day, preferably within the next hour.
Last Monday wasn’t quite that bad, but it came damn close.
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