Happy Halloween!

I wanted to have a fun day out today but the weather hasn't been so great and it's been wet. I can't risk getting Tylo all wet until my stroller rain cover comes in (they think of everything, don't they?) so we went for a quick walk when it stopped raining.

You can't see her Halloween outfit since she's all bundled up, but here she is, ready to face the cold:

I was excited to put her in a coat for the first time. We have several of them and it hasn't been cold enough so she will outgrow them soon. Turns out that even though it was rainy, it was pretty warm outside, so she didn't really need the coat after all.

Speaking of cute clothes, I would love a job creating them. There are some witty creative people out there. I mean, what mom can resist buying this for her baby?

I smile every time I see it. So darling. No one will even see her in it but me and HP because she only wears it to sleep. She'll get to wear it maybe four times before she outgrows it (yes, even past Halloween), but it is so worth it. Shopping for baby clothes is definitely one of my favorite motherly duties.

Here are some more pics to share since I finally uploaded a few:

She is the splitting image of her dad here (soooo not a good thing for a girl). I feel like I'm staring right at him!





Happy Halloween Everyone!

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I like Tuesdays

Today was supposed to be a bit more exciting. Bottle Shock was supposed to play for baby night at the movies and I got Tylo all ready with an early bath so we could head out as soon as HP got home. Right around 5 pm I checked the listing again and they were playing something else that didn't look the least bit interesting. Bummer. I was totally looking forward to it too.

Luckily, Tuesday is one of our favorite tv nights. House is one of the two shows we enjoy watching together. True Blood is the other one. And, I'm so excited, 24 is coming back! It's been a long, agonizing wait thanks to the writers' strike, but it should be worth the wait. Tuesday is also 90210 night, which I'm just having the time to watch, at 1:30 in the morning. I know, I know, don't give me grief. It's my guilty pleasure and it's super addicting. Even if I am like 15 years older than the characters (well, close!).

So what else exciting did I do tonight? I cleaned out my pantry! I had microwave popcorn, hot chocolate and gum from 2007. Guess it's been a while since the last cleaning. I had like another 3 boxes of popcorn that are going to expire by November 2008, from my pregnancy days. Guess I'll be eating a lot of popcorn in the next few weeks. It felt great to clear out the junk, and it really wasn't as bad as it has been. I am super guilty of overstocking my pantry because I hate to run out of stuff and I these days I can't just run to the store that easily. I just have to learn how to eat/use it all.

I also realized that half a pantry shelf is full of tea/coffee products. I don't know why, guess I used to be addicted to caffeine.

Other good news - Tylo has finally learned to use her arms and has better body control now. So, bed time has been a million times better. Last night, even though we dragged her out late to our anniversary dinner, she slept through the night without a peep, and didn't even try to roll over! That was an entire 10.5 hours. It was GLORIOUS. Tonight so far hasn't been as great, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

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One exciting year

One year ago I married the man of my dreams.

One year ago I also found the words "PREGNANT" on my test at 5 am in the morning of the biggest day of my life so far.

It's been the most life-changing year of my life, the hardest, and the happiest. This post is dedicated to my dear husband:

Because I forget to say "I love you" when you first get home and I'm busy feeding or bathing Tylo, and instead I say "did you wash your hands?"

Because we don't get to say good night to one another, and I find you passed out in bed while you're "comforting" her.

Because I almost never say "I love you" back at the end of our phone conversations and you are always so sweet to.

Today I say I love you a million times over. I hope you never fail to hear it even when I don't say it.

Can you believe it's been an entire year since we've been married? Tylo is the best thing to ever happen to us, but I do wish we had more happy you and me time alone.

You'll probably never read this because you're too busy reading your wine sites, but Happy Anniversary Honey-pie. I love you.

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Hanging in there

It's been a tough week. Last night was the worst of it, with Tylo barely sleeping until 6 in the morning. I think I spent half the night putting her back to bed over and over again. I'm running on less sleep than the first month, because at least then I had HP to relieve me in the morning. Now, it's just me. Poor thing, I can't even get mad at her. She has no control over her little body, because her natural instinct is just to roll. She's probably just as frustrated as I am.


So far tonight seems to be better. I tried to exhaust her during the day and she went to sleep without a peep at 6:30. She woke for her 9 pm feeding and it took 2 hours to get her down again but she's been quiet for about 20 mins now. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for some sleep finally.

So some exciting news to share:

Let me preface by saying I never win ANYTHING from raffles or anything else where I'm picked from a drawing. NEVER. NOT A THING. It could be a drawing where there are 10 prizes for 12 people and I'll be one of the two people that leave prize-less. (Yes, that was from experience). I don't even bother with them anymore.

So I started following coolmompicks.com for baby items to covet but can't afford and they always have these giveaways. The very first time I visited, I entered a drawing for this cute little apple bib:



And, I won! My name is on the website and everything "Congrats to XXX for winning the apple bib!" How cool is that? I guess you could say that it wasn't me winning it, it was Tylo. (Even HP wins stuff when I enter him in drawings)
Needless to say I've been entering for more prizes ever since. If only I entered to get something bigger, and more expensive. =P

It came in the mail over the weekend - can't wait to give it to Tylo. She's mommy's lucky charm!

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The beginning of the end

They warned us, those parents that have already been through it. They said to enjoy the newborn phase because then they start getting into everything. Well, it's starting. And it's exhausting.

Goodbye to the 3 hour morning naps. Somehow that got moved to the afternoon, meaning bedtime was almost midnight, meaning mommy got no time to herself to eat dinner, clean up, shower, catch up on my DVR recordings. Just like that, everything changed. Last week I was bragging about what a good sleeper Tylo was.

This week, she can roll over. On a whim. I set her down in her crib, the next second she's rolled to the edge on her tummy, with feet sticking through the rails. Practically stuck, then she starts wailing because she doesn't like being on her tummy all squished against the rail. Well then sweetie, why did you roll in the first place? I put her on her back again, she rolls right over again. We do this about 12 times. How do you get a rolling baby to sleep? You don't. It was 8 in the morning and I was not ready to give up a morning nap. So I let her exhaust herself on her tummy. Funny she rolls from back to front with almost no effort now, and once she gets there, she doesn't know what to do with her limp little arms. She doesn't even try to get back, even though she hates it on her tummy. And she's gone from front to back before, I've seen it. But all that knowledge goes out the window when you're cornered against the rail I guess. After about 5 mins crying on her tummy she fell asleep when I laid her on her back again. It's a little evil I know, but it's one of things you will understand when you're a mom (like when I let her cry to fish her boogers out).

So bed time is much more of a challenge and the middle of the night is a complete nightmare. It takes 30 mins to lay her to bed, instead of the usual 5-10. If she wakes up in the middle of the night? Another hour, minimum, instead of 5. Over and over and over. Cause when she wakes up, she just starts rolling.

Some one tell me this rolling thing is a novelty and they will tire of it. Soon.

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Donate for Free

Ugh - I'm so mad at myself. I keep telling myself to remember to shop through Maatiam.com so a portion of what I buy online is donated to my favorite donation recipient, the Summer Search Foundation. I just spent $250 at Macys online, which would have meant a $10.68 donation. I also spent like $100 at Amazon this week too (there's always something to buy on that freakin website and the free shipping is the sinker). That is no small potatoes!

Anyway, if you're an online shopper, please shop through the Maatiam website. It feels so good to know you're helping a good cause with your shopping habit. Even if your favorite non-profit isn't one of the groups that work with them, you will have no problem choosing another worthy one.

Just like the old days

Tylo, HP and I had a wonderful day today.

We finally made it out of the house around 2:30, after I got to sleep in (as HP took care of Tylo) and enjoy a hot cup of coffee (I NEVER get to have hot drinks around Tylo. Nevermind the safety issue, by the time I get to it, whatever drink I have in hand is lukewarm at best). We went and walked for two hours around Piedmont Avenue strolling through independent gift and baby shops with Tylo in the Bjorn and stopping to eat things that looked yummy (fried potato balls, pizza, frozen yogurt). Then we visited Whole Foods (I'm so in love with that store even though I can barely afford it) and got a delicious 21-day dry aged rib eye and asparagus to cook for beef and veggie day (we're still kinda on the diet), got brie for pre-dessert, and a huge carrot cupcake (a steal for $3) that I'm going to dig into in just a few minutes with some very expensive tea. I even had an entire glass of wine.

This is one of my favorite types of days. It is just like the type of day HP and I used to have pre-Tylo. Funny how it always revolves around food. I know it's no where near as exciting as the days most people have, but for me, it's just perfect. I'm a simple girl. That really likes food.

And by the way, it is totally worth paying $25 for ONE dry-aged steak. It tasted way better than most steakhouses! HP and I have mastered the way to make great steaks at home, thanks to America's Test Kitchen (love that show).

I should add that this must be a lucky day for us because we parked right in a "TOW AWAY" no parking construction zone because HP didn't read the right freakin sign when he got out of the car for the exact purpose of reading the sign and we didn't get towed!

I also got the coolest hologram bookmark that looks like the animals are moving to include in a certain person's upcoming bday card. I wish there was a way to show it here, it seriously is SO cool.

I hope there will always be days like this. Nice to know Tylo enjoyed it too.

And, here's a cute little faux magazine cover I was able to create for Tylo:

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Being a mom makes you no less vain

So the diet didn't work. I will worry about my weight later. Tomorrow I have a 4 pm appointment to get my first cosmetic procedure done (and I truly do mean first because I plan to get more later): mole removal.

I've always hated my moles. I know it could be a lot worse but I always felt like people weren't looking at me, they were counting my moles, or connecting them. I vowed to get them removed since I was like 14. Never really found the time or did the research.

Then four years ago, two darker, larger ones sprouted up. These suckers were awful. I wanted so bad to get them removed before my wedding day but I was told that the scars would not be worth it and then I simply ran out of time. HP said he didn't even notice them. But I know Tylo would one day get to the age where she would innocently say something like "Mommy I'm going to count the moles on your face" and by then I'll be too wrinkled to get the work done. So I made the appointment (it helps to not be working and being able to stay at home hiding from the world while I heal).

I have to be realistic. I've had at least 3 consultations and everyone tells me there will be scarring. They will be cut out and stitched. Lasers will not work because the pigment runs deep. I am prepared for the scarring. Wish me luck that nothing goes horribly wrong. No one seems to make mole removal their speciality, guess there's no money in it. If it helps, Dr. Javaheri seems to do some amazing work with boobs. Might come back to him after I'm done with baby #2.

So, since I can't make my body any more appealing, at least I can do something about my face.

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It just wasn't meant to be

At approximately 3 pm today (Tues), the Cabbage Soup Diet that I tried so hard to adhere to, was no longer. I stuck with it for all of a day and a half.

I don't think it was just the fact that I had to eat the same thing over and over. I was so sick all day. I can't believe my body reacted so badly to having no meat and no carbs, but it did. I was so miserable and I had no energy for Tylo, so I decided first to just cheat a little so I could feel better. I had some turkey, then some cheese, then some shrimp, then a big bowl of cheerios. I still didn't feel better. So I just blew it all entirely and went for cookies and milk. I think I'm finally my old self again.

HP had a couple of shrimp, but I convinced him not to give up. After all, I still have a ton of Cabbage Soup left. He is pretty tired of it all, but I said he couldn't quit until he was literally sick.

So what I really want to do is make some brownies and red velvet cupcakes (which I don't even like, but I have an odd craving for), and go buy a shitload of ice cream, but I promise not to until day 7 is over and HP can eat indulge with me. All he wants is a steak, and lucky him, that day is just around the corner.

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Cabbage Soup - Day 1

Last night I excitedly bought all the groceries I needed for the first 3 days of our diet plan.
Day 1: Fruits and Cabbage Soup
Day 2: Veggies and Cabbage Soup
Day 3: Fruits and Veggies and Cabbage Soup

It took forever, but I made the Cabbage soup, which is actually a mix of many different veggies - lots of bulk. Cooked it for 3 hours. I made 2 huge pots and 1 smaller one, so I could try a curry version (not good). Bland, but edible.

It's 1 am on Day 1 (Day 2, technically) and I'm starving. I've been eating all day and I'm still starving. What does that tell you? I may not make it through the night.

I knew it would be tough, for someone like me who so savors her variety, who eats based on cravings and can't plan meals more than a day in advance because on that day, even that hour, I might feel like something different. But I did not know exactly how tough it would be.

I'm munching on a pear right now, which brings me no satisfaction. Today I've had 3 big bowls of soup, half a cantelope, half a watermelon, a bunch of grapes, a pear, an apple, a glass of juice, and now my second pear. I've peed like every 10 mins because I don't think my body is used to all the fluids.

At around 10 pm I literally got sick. My head got whoozy and nausea overwhelmed me. I feebly laid across the couch and begged my husband to get me an apple. I fought urges to vomit and quickly ate half of it. When I couldn't take it anymore, I went to bed and laid down, trying my darndest not to give in and throw up the fruit that is currently poisoning me. I managed to fall asleep for a couple of hours and then I woke to shower. Now I'm trying to stuff myself to get full (semi-satisfied) so I can make it through the night. This is totally like my second month of pregnancy, during our honeymoon in Japan where I got hungry every 20 mins and I made HP get me bland food. Miserable.

I'm not exaggerating. It really is that brutal. HP's friend sent him a text around 9:30: "I can't eat another bowl of cabbage soup". Man, that's how I feel. Who's going to give in first?

I finished my pear, still starving, and now I'm digging into the veggies I prepared for tomorrow: steamed broccoli, stir-fried broccoli, boiled carrots, sauteed spinach, sauteed tender greens. It is a depressing sea of green I tell ya. I always liked veggies and hated fruit, so maybe the worst is over? There is some light at the end of tomorrow's dark tunnel. We get to have baked potato and butter!

How is HP holding up? He is pretty sick of fruit, but otherwise great. He has no qualms about eating the same meal daily. He decided he likes the soup after tons of pepper and garlic powder is added.

I would kill for a nutty, fudgy brownie right now.

Will we make it through the week? Stay tuned . . .

The rules we break.

There are sooo many rules to keep our babies safe and healthy and sanitary. Last week I witnessed a mom of 4 feed her baby food that dropped on the ground. Not at home, mind you, but at a restaurant! Being a (former) germaphobe with ocd tendencies, of course I was shocked (that post is to come later). But really, by my 4th child, I might come around too. So, we laughed. But I was secretly mortified.

People always say how anal they were with their first child. Then the second child is left eating off floors and from unsanitized bottles, sitting around in their wet diapers for hours at a time while mommy is chasing after the first one. Me? I decided not to wait before I broke a few.

Rule #1. No bibs to sleep. I know they are a strangulation/suffocation hazard. But my baby was a spittup machine. Without the bibs she would have had to sleep with one or both shoulders wet. REALLY wet. And her neck. And her chest. I swear she used to move so little and was so well swaddled the bibs never would have moved very far. I have since stopped that. She ends up so far from the spot I set her down in I know it's not long before she knocks her head against the crib rail. Which brings me to -

Rule #2. No bumpers. I blame this one on HP. I wanted nothing but a fitted crib sheet (elastic all around) and Tylo in the bed. He wanted a "prettier" crib, so I gave in and bought an adorable ladybug crib set. The bumpers aren't pillow-like and at least they have ties on the top and the bottoms. And, in my defense, they really have saved her from knocking her poor head against the railing. Another great side effect was that it kept the light out of her bumper and she can't see outside and get distracted by us walking around. I literally duck under them as I move past the crib so she can't see me. I promise to remove them soon. HP also wanted sleep positioners and to give her a nice soft pillow. I told him I would literally KILL him if he dared put a pillow in my daughter's crib.

Rule #3. No Q-tips in ears. I don't know what it is, but cleaning out a dirty ear (or booger-filled nose for that matter) is super gratifying to me. And Tylo, like her daddy, has that crumbly dry wax, and sooo much of it! Twice a week I get out like 10 Q-tips and I clean all around the ear (don't worry, I don't push it in the hole) and I get so much stuff. I'm sure it doesn't bother her in the least but it makes me feel so good to get them clean. Then I go chase her daddy down with some Q-tips too.

(That said, I will also now admit that I let her cry for a few minutes sometimes so her nose will get nice and wet and I can twist a tiny piece of tissue into a point to stick up her nose and "fish" for boogies. It's such an art - you gotta slant it just the right way. Words can't describe the feeling I get when I pull out that piece of tissue and see a big ol' booger stuck to the end of it.)

Rule #4. Don't leave baby alone on changing table. Now this one I will NEVER do again. Why? Cuz my baby girl actually rolled over today! Back to front. BUT I DIDN'T SEE IT HAPPEN. Isn't that terrible? I take my eyes off her for like 1 minute and there she is, on her stomach, looking like "Whoa, how did I get here?". I was so worried that she might have twisted her arm I scooped her right up and we just sat there, staring at one another, amazed at what just happened.

Things that are not mandatory but we guiltily have stopped doing them to preserve our sanity:

- Warm up her formula. When that girl is hungry she will not wait even 2 minutes for us to warm her milk before she screams bloody murder. We were happy to stop that one, but you should see the looks of "what kind of mom are you" I get when I feed Tylo room temperature milk.

- Boil her bottles after each use. This one lasted about a month and stopped when HP went back to work. I mean REALLY - who has the time? It is way too dangerous to be holding a baby near boiling water and the microwave sanitizer is a joke.

This list could totally be longer, but those are the ones that come to mind because I broke them today =P.

By the way, I think Tylo must be on the cabbage soup diet. There is no other explanation for why a little baby girl has that much (super stinky) gas.

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"I'm not into working out. My philosophy: No pain, no pain."

I'm so excited I can barely contain myself. On Monday, HP and I are starting the cabbage soup diet. (http://www.cabbage-soup-diet.com/eating-plan.html) I've heard first-hand accounts that it really does work. Lose 10 lbs in a week? I'll take THREE of those please!

Seriously, I've lost weight before. It took a lot of work. A lot of chicken breast and spinach, carrot sticks and whole wheat. It was slow going, but I successfully lost 25 lbs and was in the best shape of my life (snagged HP at that time too). I worked out almost daily, and had arms even Jennifer Aniston would be jealous of. But I still had dessert! And I did it the healthy way. I didn't starve myself and still indulged in one fantastic, calorie-loaded meal a week. I also allowed myself a pretty good dessert at the end of most days.

It's probably been 15 years since I went to bed without a big dessert (unless I was high, ate an entire bag of chips, and fell asleep by accident) so I never thought I had the willpower to commit to a fad diet that had so many restrictions. But with so little time on my hands to do it the "right" way, this is probably the best thing I can do to jump start the loss of all that leftover baby weight.

I'm using this weekend to eat whatever I please so I can commit well to the diet for the 7 required days and then work on a sensible diet/exercise routine to maintain the loss. So join me (if you need it). Let's make cabbage soup together and watch the scale!

Btw, I don't eat a lot of cabbage but I heard it has a pretty awful side effect of flatulence. Let's hope I'm an exception. I don't deal well with gas . . .

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Hopes and Dreams

Toward the end of my pregnancy, HP and I were so excited about the unknown that was Tylo. At least once a week we would lay awake, 3 feet apart in our king bed, wondering what our little daughter would be like. Now, at 4 months, we're not any closer to the answer. Sure, we now know what she looks like, but even that seems to change each day. Her temperment is definitely demanding. She knows what she wants and puts up quite the fight until she gets it!

The dialogue was almost always the same, each and every time:

ME: I wonder what our daughter is going to be like.

HP: Yeah, me too.

ME: I hope she's smart.

HP: I hope she's good looking. It's more important that a girl is good looking.

ME: I hope she's funny.

HP: I hope she can be good at a sport. Maybe golf.

ME: I hope she's a nice person and good to her parents.

HP: Tennis is good too. Girls can make a lot of money playing tennis.

ME: I want her to be happy.

HP: Yeah, I hope she's good looking.

Geez, shallow much?

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Hillary, come back!

Election Day is coming up. I used to be very political, passionate about so many different issues. I was always excited to vote and read through my booklets thoroughly, making sure I made a good decision with each. But that passion kind of died with two Bush victories. I felt so defeated when no presidential candidate I ever voted for made it to office.

I was so excited for this presidential election. A huge fan of the Clintons, I was excited to see Hillary come so darn close to the nomination. That lady sure is classy. If any woman was deserving of becoming president, it was her. And I'd love to see Bill back in the White House. Now that Hillary is out of the picture I have no idea who to vote for. I can't stand Obama. He strikes me as arrogant and naive. I came THIS close to siding with the McCain camp (despite Palin), but then I remembered the Republicans and what they stand for and came back to my senses. As much as I dislike Obama, it is a much greater evil to let the Republicans have office again.

So, feeling all political, I thought I would use up these iron-on transfer thingies I have to make witty little political onesies for Tylo.

HILLARY,
Come Back!

MY MAMA
don't like
OBAMA

NO on PROP 8
and mind your own f**king business!

BUSH
Get the F**K out of here!

*****UPDATE*****

Okay, just saw debate #2 and Obama isn't as bad as I thought. Maybe I didn't give him a chance. Makes me a feel just a bit better about our options. He's no Hillary though (and yes, he does look like the little boy from MAD comics).

Does McCain seem mechanical to anyone else? He's a funny looking stiff old man.

Job Chae, any one?

Do you have to be a good cook to be considered a SAHM? I've been trying to learn to cook since the beginning of time. My parents are in the restaurant business. I have been told I own more kitchen gadgets than most and my kitchen is overrun with garlic mincers, potato ricers, and a variety of spatulas to spread frosting or flip a whole fish. I try and I try and for the life of me I can't even make a handful of successful dishes to have a home cooked meal for my family each night of the week with one night remaining for going out or ordering in take-out (i.e. pizza), and one night to skip dinner and just eat cheese, crackers, and a lovely, 2000 calorie dessert.

So far I have been told these were semi-successful (in HP's order of "not bad" to "I'll eat it again"):
1. Quiche (but that's not really dinner, is it?)
2. Baked chicken (cheating, using Williams-Sonoma Marsala sauce, totally worth the 15 bucks)
3. Most things covered in lots of cheese (not a healthy option)
4. Garlic Pasta with Sausage and Salami (making this dish once a month has been deemed acceptable)

I should add that a lot of things I make HP will eat and I will not. I don't even like my own cooking! And I'm running out of time. Tylo starts solid foods next month and it's only a matter of time when she realizes that Mommy's food tastes worse than Gerber "turkey" jarred baby food. Please help by sending me your super successful SIMPLE dishes in detail!

In my defense, I am trying to cook healthy so usually take successful recipes and omit like half the butter and oil and that's why they don't taste good. Yep, that's my story and I'm stickin to it.

Anyway, I was semi-successful with a couple of Korean dishes I've tried recently thanks to my discovery of maangchi.com. This super cool Korean lady has videos of her making a variety of Korean fare. With the price of Korean restaurants these days (not to mention the smell that won't quit in your dry-clean only clothes) I thought, hey, why not? I made Job Chae and Korean Pancake. The Korean pancake was okay, but I didn't have a cast iron, so though tasty, didn't get crispy enough. And I am a lover of some darn crispy Korean pancake (see photo). I will fly to Vancouver and back to get some of my beloved Korean pancake, the best you will ever taste! Also, for the life of me I could not get the dipping sauce right. The Job Chae was more successful, I was told, but it was way too much prep work for the mother of a 4 month old. I'd rather pay $13 for less in the take-out greasier version that is mighty tastier.

So, those did not make it in the Fab Five (Five dinners). Again, please help!

SAHM I AM - My first attempt at blogging

I've been a stay at home mom (SAHM) for exactly 4 months now. Well, 4 months and 2 days to be exact because that's how long it's been since I've been at work (Yes, I'm crazy, I know, and got enough grief from the hubby already for that).

What was I doing before I earned the SAHM title? I was an office manager and executive assistant for a very busy man at a property management company. I loved my job. I loved the people, I loved taking 4 hours to finish a salad while trying to meet a deadline that was 2 days ago, I loved being smart and feeling needed, like if I left, the gang would miss me. DEARLY. It's been 4 months and 2 days and sure enough, they moved on. I'm not as special as I thought. My kind boss tells me it ain't so, but he's just being kind. And, dorky and loser-ish as it sounds, I kinda miss the long hours!

Today I was at a birthday party for the kids of one of HP's friends (HP = the husband) and about a million and three people asked if I was still working. And I answered that I was a SAHM (again, Stay at Home Mom). Not that I feel deserving of the title. Somehow it seems you need 3 difficult labors and 3 screaming kids with soccer practices and piano lessons to drive to in order to deserve that title. One little baby girl? Not quite . . . more like lazy woman who doesn't want to work.

Either way, deserving or not, it's a new title and I'm going to live it to the fullest. So, I decided today that I will start a blog. A blog to talk about my daily life, to talk about other things going on around me, to brag about my dear baby girl Tylo. I tried it once back in the day when Xanga was popular and got bored. What did I write about? I think Prime Rib and Fried Chicken and maybe a guy here and there. I think 2 people read it. Or maybe one person read it twice. Yup, life used to be about food and dating. Now it's about endless hours of folding tiny things that get used up in the next day anyway. (Jen, I'm still thinking about your advice on not folding Tylo's laundry, but the SAHM in me won't allow it!). Since being a SAHM I've been addicted to blogs by other funny, smart, interesting moms. (Did I just call myself a "funny, smart, interesting mom"?)

So, I hope you will read this blog, to keep in touch with me, to learn about mom/baby stuff (if you care for it), to keep you from being bored if you have a horrible job or if you can't sleep late at night and sleeping pills aren't doing the job. I promise the future posts will be much, much shorter (fingers crossed).