If I wasn’t so busy squishing my adorably fat 16 lb 11 week old, I might have written these posts.
In Which my OCD Returns Full Force and I Reorganize the Entire House. With Pictures.
The Twenty Baby Things I Couldn’t Live Without.
Why People Should Shut up About Tiger Woods Already.
Earthquakes Suck. Send Money.
Holy Shit, he Slept Through the Night!
Please Don’t Build an Igloo Made of Pillows on Your Brothers Head.
What I do During my Husbands Business Trips. (And why he should take the credit cards with him.)
Poll: Should We Have More Kids?
Want: Ugly Sweaters Edition
The Obligatory Cute Baby Pictures Post.
Wait, I might just do that last one.