Dorothy and I have been emailing and she asked me about my girly business - literally she types "How's your coochie?". What a friend! Jealous? Don't you wish she would ask YOU about YOUR coochie??? Back off, bitches. She only cares about MY coochie. NOT YOURS.
I've had a few folks ask how I am finding time to email and blog. The truth? It's like I only have one kid right now. I am taking care of Anjali, X is taking care of Arun. All I have to do is entertain Arun, which is fun. Last night, I laid on the floor to give my coochie a much needed break and I played cars with Arun, counted/stacked blocks with him, then read a tons of books with him. It's a hard knock life for me and my coochie. Truthfully, Kid #2 is WAY less of a culture shock than Kid #1. We are already in a cycle of naps, feedings, diaper changes, crying jags - we've just added another contestant. Rinse, repeat......
Unfortunately, just because I have the time to blog, I don't have much to write about. The nights are going well - she is only getting up once or twice. Since she is nursing like a champ during the day and has a good number of diapers, I am SO not waking her up in the night. With Arun, I was so paranoid because of the jaundice that I would set my alarm, but I am not doing that this time around.
In between breastfeeding sessions and diaper changes, I play with Arun, read a little, surf a little. I am being a very, very good girl this time around and am taking care of me and my coochie. I do have plans to leave the house on Thursday - the babysitter is coming by and I am going to take Anju to a coffee shop with me to knit and read for awhile. Friday night is the Harry Potter "thing" at Borders. I'm sure it will be no big deal and that it will merely be a teeny gathering of Hardcore Harry Fans. Right? I need to dig out my Halloween costume for it. If you happen to be in a Kansas City area Borders this Friday night and see a Professor McGonagall character whip out her boobs to feed her kid, that would be me. Swing on over and by and say hello! To me and my boobs!
Earlier today, I was discussing who I thought would die, X said "Well, it doesn't matter, right? The series is ending, right?" And then, I divorced him.
We nearly had an Unfortunate Incident concerning pictures. I took some absolutely BEAUTIFUL pics of Anju sleeping. As I was looking at them, deciding which one to post, I realized something. My nipple was prominently displayed in full glory in every. single. shot. I mean, I hate to use the word "crop" and "nipple" in the same sentence but Christ on Toast, I have standards! If I'm not actually getting paid to bare my nipples, you ain't seeing 'em for FREE. So, yeah. I'll need to "work" on those snaps before posting.
Life is a Gas
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