I also wouldn’t have imagined being this happy.  Go figure.

How awesome is this?  A Star Wars version of the classic Goodnight Moon, and it’s available to download for free for you to print.

Nerdy parents rejoice!

Then I did, and suddenly became very sad. Thanks newspaper box. Ass.

I am brain dead, for lack of a better excuse.  So ask me anything http://formspring.me/themingaling.

While weeding out my maternity stuff, I realized I didn’t have any sneakers that A) I love (why do I own shoes that I hate?)  and B) haven’t had for over 5 years.   And since homeless chic is something only an Olsen twin can pull off, I guessed it was high time for a new pair.  Zappos.com next day to the rescue!

Sneakers are apparently part of the required uniform for moms, and I’ll take it during this cold spell until I can get into my beloved flops again… sigh.

And the Mr. approves – Pumas!

Now Mondays consist of an infant crying about 1 of a total of 3 things, plus actual vomit thrown up on me and the occasional pile of shit.

Guess which one I prefer?

I can’t believe it’s already been one month since she arrived.  I sometimes have flashbacks to that crazy race to the hospital and sprint of a delivery, and it seems so unreal at times.  But then there are the memories of the three of us in that hospital room, learning about each other, spending every waking moment watching her and being in awe of her presence… it’s almost as if she was always here.  She was in our hearts, at least.

The following homecoming tested us even more as newbies to this gig.  Thankfully she is patient and kind (and only gives us the stink-eye every so often).  We’re learning her quirks, her quips, and her habits (for example, will sit in poo forever, yet will scream bloody murder the minute she pees).  There have been many nights of laughter to (thankfully) balance out the moments with anxious tears.  I can accomplish many things one-handed now, and I’m an expert in living off of sleep in 2 hour increments.  My days with her have gone from pure fear (of being alone with her and not knowing what to do to) to planning our daily adventures and book readings and other fun things.  I’m starting to get the hang of it, and hope my little supervisor approves.

And though I tease her that she is most likely to be an only child when her daily antics begin at 5:30 am, she really is the best thing that ever happened to us.  Ever.