Boy, you've got your hands full, don't you?

Why, yes.

YES, Random Stranger, I DO have my hands full.

Thanks! for! noticing!

Too bad you did not notice when we were outside and you could have been helpful by holding the fucking door open for me before you waltzed on through the doorway.

Thanks, Asshole.

Truly, I do not seek much outside assistance. I chose to have unprotected sex, after all.* (gladly! willingly! Sweet Lord, Hallelujah! yes. yes. YES!). I am happily and responsibly bearing the consequences. Squee! But still.... for the love of All Things Miss Manners, why cannot folks hold doors open these days?

So.....Arun's first week of preschool went okay. Not great, but okay. He does not necessarily say goodbye with a smile**, but he is none worse for the wear and he is certainly not panicked when I come to get him. He was particularly sweet today during Pickup when the first thing he did as I hoisted him onto my hip was to lean over and give his Baby Bjorn'd sister a smooch while snuggling his nose in her hair and making the obligatory "Mwah" sound. Seriously - that sort of shit makes burning biceps totally and completely worth it. It also makes me reconsider hiring a nanny.

In other news, apparently we have a parrot in our midst. That little "language explosion" all the Wise Baby Tomes keep referring to? Yeah. It is upon us. Oh....Yeah.......My kid can say such gems as "cake", "food",and "uh oh". OH. And he is repeating everything I say. You do the math with that combination of vowels and consonants. I am going to have to clean up my Linguistics Act STAT. Look for this blog to become one of my few outlets for all the smut brewing in my coconut. Holy fucking crap. I love me my foul words. SHIT.

SO......Anjali is 12 weeks old this week. This is where I officially move into "months". I am now the mother of a 3 month old and a nearly 2 year old. Wow. WOW. In late 2004, X and I were thinking we should start trying in December to "get pregnant" and "see what happens" since I had always been told by my doctors I "would have trouble"**** and "might need to be jumpstarted"******. Then, THEN.

October 16, 2005 we have a kid. Then, October 16, 2006 we go about conceiving another - a story which shall be recounted as the Tale of the Golden Bangle - without details for Arun and Anjali. Of course. Although, when Anjali grabs at my bangles, I giggle a bit. Little does she know their part in her conception. I am still a little in awe of it all, quite frankly and never, ever not exceeding grateful for the privilege that our combined fertility has afforded us. Seriously.

Life is good. Fuckin' A, peoples.

It is GOOD.


*AND, I might add, the last unprotected sex of my life unless one of us goes all snippity, snip, snip.

** I did the obligatory Waiting Near the Door Within Earshot 'Til the Tears Die Down that all mothers must perform when leaving their precious progeny in the hands of Cold Strangers***.

***Not really. She is actually really, really cool. Not cold.

**** X teasingly likes to remind me that I was supposed to "have trouble", like I tricked him or something into "starting" early, because we had thought it would take a long time to conceive. So, Um. We would have a kid in 2008 or something. Like, I secretly knew all along that we would be Super!Fertile!!! Whatever. *****

***** Birth control??? hahahaha! Joke's on YOU, Suckah!

******Actual Quote from one of my doctors, mid 1990s. I will never forget that quote, I was so horrified and terrified. Then, I went to the library. Because Dr. Google was still in med school at that point.*******

*******Are you tired of all the asterisks yet?

Rain, Rain, Go Away

12 Weeks

Lips? Her daddy's..... Eyes? Her daddy's..... Curly Hair? Her daddy's....
But her face shape? Mine. Her nose? Mine. Eye color? Mine.
Such a sweet, sweet mix of X and I. Truly, truly, she is lovely.
Our Peanut Butter Anjali.

1st Day of Day School

EEK!

This picture is dedicated to Erin Keane. Who is about to distribute her first published book. Go give her some Linky Love.

Bento, Kansas Style

Cous cous, some grapes and carrots, then some Mareblu Cashew Crunch and cheese then...finally...good ole PBJ.
I am totally loving the Laptop Lunchbox. We received it last Saturday and have used it 3 times already-- getting ready for a 4th time on Friday when we do a picnic at the Zoo. This lunchbox was ridiculously expensive and yep. I bought it for myself with Arun as a mere excuse. However, not only is it FUN, it is EASY. You open the lid, throw in food, then head out the door. No fumbling for containers and lids. It is all there, neatly contained. The sports bottle fits perfectly in Arun's hand and he loves drinking out of it. The utensils are just the right size for him and are easily packed as well. I wish I could be more apologetic about the cost of this thing, but I suspect this sweet little box* is going to save us money in the long run because I am more apt to throw food into it than give in to the ubiquitous drive-thru at the Golden \Arches. Which my kid already excitedly yells "M!!" at when he sees the fucking sign. Not that we ever go there.

Ahem.