Cut

Before...

















After.


















It was time. I had wayyyy too much hair. I wanted to cut it when I was pregnant, but felt too unstable, er...irrational....no,wait...emotional? Um, yeah. All three. So now that I am over the whole pregnant/postpartum crazies, I chopped it all off. And OH IT FEELS SO GOOD.

Baby smiles. Enjoy!

Gratitude

You know how, a few weeks ago, I was bitching to high heaven about my lack of sleep?

Ha. Ha!

Jackson woke up early the other morning. Early, as in, two freaking thirty in the AM. And it was party time, ya'll! We partied until 8AM. Hell yeah! Jackson cried, I cried, I ate Joe's head like a praying mantis...

Last night, it was back to normal. Normal being little two hour snippets of sleep.

I arose this morning, refreshed. I told Joe, "It's like that Eddie Murphy skit, about the cracker."

WARNING: It's Eddie. It's foul. I love him. Ok...





When you get NO SLEEP AT ALL, little two hour snippets are the best cracker EVAH. I never in my life thought I'd be eternally grateful for a crappy night's sleep. But grateful I am.

OhPleaseLetMeHaveAnotherNightOfBrokenSleepPleasePleasePlease

That's Bottle Time

Watch in awe, the joy and vigor that Jackson displays at the mere sight of a bottle. His enthusiasm is awesome and aspiring.

*snort of laughter*

Random stuff

This one goes out to all those breastfeeding mamas out there...














Self-explanatory...











I think they know something we don't.















The rabbits are all, "SCORE, DUDES."















Yes. I have been here before.







Remember this weird creaturething? From "The Dark Crystal?"







For the love of cow

Snow Day

Tagged

Jeanne got me.

Rules: Each player of this game starts with the 6 weird things/habits about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I love cows. A lot. They make me smile.

2. I have an obsession with Zebra Sarasas. 1.0mm. Black. They are the only pen I will write with. And I will search every store known to man to find them. They are divine. I lend them to no one.

3. I absolutely hate the sound of people chewing their food. Smacking, to be more precise.

4. I'm a picker. Sunburned skin...zits...noses, including mine, Seth's, Jackson's, and Joe's. It is just so satisfying to get a big booger out of Jackson's nose with that blue bulb sucker thingee from the hospital.

5. I suck at reverse. Whether I'm riding or driving. It makes me nervous. And I run over things while going backwards. Just ask my dad's Chinese maple.

6. I hate to have things in my face. Rain and bugs drive me nuts. I'll desperately flail my hands around trying to remove said objects from the vicinity of my face. And I have been to the eye doctor exactly twice in my life. I had to be restrained both times.

Higher and higher

Stolen from Cinnamon...

Reperkification

The demo is incredible.

Police

First things first. Gratuitous Baby Photos.












































OK. Now. Check this...

My Dream Come True

Those who know me will immediately understand.

The Police. THE FREAKING POLICE.

I have loved them since I was twelve. The summer I spent at my grandma's house in Niagara Falls. "Every Breath You Take" came on TV, and I sat one foot from the screen, transfixed. I have been in love with Sting, Stewart, and Andy...all at separate times. I would stay up until 3AM, waiting for the World Premiere Video on MTV of any Police/Sting video. As a teenager, my room was wallpapered with posters, magazine articles, ANYTHING with The Police on it. I made it to one Sting concert, ever. And I don't think I spoke a word the entire time. And now...now they are reuniting. And coming to Bonnaroo. A mere hours from here. Joy. Unbelievable joy!

Tickets for Bonnaroo are $184.50. A person. If you are lucky and get 'em early. Oh my Holy God. I am gonna miss The Police again.

*sigh*

I'm gonna go cry now, and wipe my tears on my tattered Police t-shirt.

Peek

More video from the Turner/Wolf clan...

Vent

Let me start by saying that I am so very grateful for the wealth of knowledge that is out there for moms. Websites, books, bulletin boards...all lifesavers in their own right.

HOWEVER.

I cannot read one more account of a mom who wishes her child would sleep more than three hours at a time. I hunger for three hours. I have a clear picture of myself burning every parenting book I own. Books that tell me that babies start to space out their nightly feedings by now. I am just delirious and sleep-deprived enough to believe that I may never sleep again.

Jackson went to bed at 10PM. Woke at 12...1...2...3...4. And nursed every time. Flat out refused a bottle, and I just can't blame him. He had one night where he slept in three hour stretches, for which I am eternally grateful, because I had the stomach freaking flu that night. I have not gotten more than two hours sleep in at least three months.

"Sleep when the baby sleeps."
God, this sounds reasonable. For moms with no other children, and maybe a housekeeper, too.

"Swaddle the baby. Use white noise in the nursery."
Yup. Tried that.

"Keep the baby awake during the day."
Disaster.

OhMyGodIJustWannaSleepForThreeHours.

How am I able to function? Drive a car? Converse with friends? This is a biological marvel. It boggles the mind, truly.

Now it is now 5:31AM. I just don't see the point in trying to go back to bed. I think I'll sleep on the sofa. The bed is too delicious. It has to be easier to get up off the sofa than a warm, soft, cozy bed.

I hope.