Why isn't the caps lock capitalized?

Having a blowout while doing 70 MPH on a major interstate is pretty scary. You're driving along, minding your own business, merrily banging your head away to some righteous tunes when suddenly BOOM! It sounds like a pipe bomb went off in your car.

Except, I'm not talking tires, Gentle Reader. I'm talking diapers.

This girl, Anjali? She doesn't have many dirty diapers. Oh no....she's a Saver. And her carseat is her very favorite place for her daily constitution. The thing is - in a carseat there's no place for all that muckity muck to go. Except up and OUT. We've sacrificed 3 outfits thus far to the Blowout Gods and there's no end in sight. Pun sorta intended.

In other news, things are going pretty well. Yes, it is very clear to me that I have Los Hormones coursing through my body and am suffering some serious baby blues. It's very odd to know logically that is what is going on. I've been trying my best to do the things that matter the most when going through these funks. Daily shower? Check. Hair, makeup and decent outfit? Check. Taking time to read a bit every day? Check. Taking my flaxseed oil and vitamins every day? Check. Leaving the house every day? Check. Copious amounts of alcohol? Dammit. That's the missing piece.

Just joking. Maybe.

The weekend actually went very well and this week has gotten off to a great start. I also have a dirty little secret. While I would love to list my lamentations of having two kids under the age of two, the truth is that I actually have it pretty easy. I have an incredible husband. He works from home most mornings and if the afternoons are rough, he comes back to help when he doesn't have meetings. He calls every afternoon to make sure Arun went down okay. He spends the evening with us, then puts Arun down most nights, then works until midnight to catch up. Um, I'm not exactly doing this alone all the time.

I still get teary-eyed thinking of all that X did those first weeks after Anjali was born and I was out of commission. It was just the 4 of us and he did EVERYTHING in the house - cats, kids, cooking, grocery shopping, EVERYTHING. All while building AND running a new business. He's conducted many a meeting with Arun hanging on his legs. As a special bonus, the guy makes the very best espresso - my favorite over just about any coffee shop in town. So, I'm waking up to two fresh shots a day. Spoiled much? Yes. Yes I am.

Let's Get a Little Linky
I'm starting a new section where I throw out links that I am loving. Lately, I've been loving She Doesn't Get It. Two sisters, two very different lives. Sister Big is married, has a child and lives in Kansas City. Sister Little is single and lives in Chicago. I say, both are living the high life. They answer reader-submitted questions with their very unique life perspectives.

Their latest entry has taken on the Food Pyramid. Sorta. Well, except this would be food lightly flavored with the Spice of Life. I also really enjoyed the Co-Sleeping entry which had some great commentary. Check 'em out and submit questions of your own. I will say that the sisters tend to play nice. I'll be curious which entry it is that compels them to yank the gloves off in a Point-Counterpoint scenario. Stay tuned.