Is It Wrong??

Please feel free to weigh in on the following moral and ethical problems I am currently facing....

1) Is it wrong to want to unload a cat because he annoys you? Really...We don't like him...he smells like death, he eats puke (eeekkk), he CRIES at all hours of the night for no reason and he is deeply deeply stupid.









I mean, you cant get rid of your kid if you just don't like it so does the same apply to pets?

2)Is it wrong, when putting your baby to bed, to consider not pulling her arms through her onezie and calling that a swaddle? This child has never met a swaddle blanket, mechanism or technique she could not best. So why not just remove her arms entirely from the equation by forgetting to put them through the sleeves. Logical right?

3) Is it wrong that you totally ignored a minor fender bender that happened right next to you in a parking lot? There were extenuating circumstances...the babe was starving, you know, wasting away to nothing, kind of hungry. I had just popped her on and I hear 'Bang'. I don't think they saw me there, tinted windows and all, and they both stopped and exchanged info...but I didn't step forward with the "she did it" side of the story you know?

4) Is it wrong to feed your spouse Hot Pockets 5 out of 7 nights a week? You really have no idea where the day goes and right around the time you remember you didn't eat lunch he comes home for dinner. What else can be done??

5) Is it wrong that when gifted with two and only two Superbowl tickets that you totally forget your cousin who uses one of your season seats all year long? You forget him to the point that flights are booked and paid for and then you think..."Hey wait a minute...shouldn't one of these seats go to Ray??"

...that's just today. I could easily do this once a week.

So whats the input?

What in your life is just wrong?

The Tenacious G

For those of you who may not know...

I bleed blue. Really blue. I mean BLUE.

Born and raised. Season ticket holder.

My New York Football Giants....are going to the SUPERBOWL!

Holy crap!

And you know who else is going to the Superbowl?

My brother.
With who you ask?
My Spouse.

(For those same people who don't know...they have been the very best of friends since they were 12)

Who isn't going to the Superbowl?

Besides Favre (who really I do feel so sad for).

Me.
My boobs.
My baby.

I always said I would never have a baby during football season...this is why.

Woops.

Ahhh the sacrifices of motherhood. They are many.

This is going to cost us a fortune. We actually cant afford this.

Still.

He is going.

Go Giants!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I blame "Nap Time"

Not that I am complaining, because I know I have it really really good.

But.

The kid most certainly in no way shape or form slept through the night last night.

In fact she was up. Every hour.

Every one.

Up and CRANKY for about a total of an hour.

Then she would drift back to sleep and I would attempt to do the same.

This would take her about 2 minutes and me about an hour.

Remember the part where I said she was up every hour?

Good times. Good times.

Balloon Race

Yeah...So, you know that carnival game where you shoot water into the mouth of a character to fill the balloon up?

Well has anyone else ever reached a ridiculous limit of frustration with their crying 'for no apparent reason' infant?

A limit where they found themselves spraying breast milk into the infant's wailing gaping maw for fun?

Have they continued to do it until they realized that their nipples actually had pretty good aim?

Have they found great amusement when said infants wails ceased, and a look of "What exactly are you doing woman??" passed across their face?

Just me?

I was afraid of that....

A rare and different tune.

Tonight I sat in the nursery for what seemed like hours.

I rocked. Rock rock rock.
I bounced. Bounce bounce bounce.
I sang. Every song in my repertoire. Over and over.

The songs I sang to my belly when she was inside me. The ones I sang to her in the hospital. The songs I sing in the shower, or to myself in the car.

All of them. Over and over.

My poor baby just couldn't, wouldn't sleep.

Exhausted myself I tilted my head back and dozed. I hummed. Somewhere in between the sleep and waking I caught a melody. Soon the words formed and I began to sing. Words that I don't think have crossed my lips in almost a decade.

Has it been that long since I have even hummed the tune?

Amazing how our heads can forget but our hearts remember the words...I was singing a song that cuts to the quick of my childhood.

I went to a sleep away farm camp in Vermont from the age of 7 to 18. This was a down to earth hippie camp that is the foundation of who I am. Although I was raised in New Jersey; I have always maintained that I grew up in Vermont.

Without even realizing it I sang with ease to the end. The cherished song I learned sitting around a camp fire, star gazing and dreaming of what my life just might hold in store for me.

I thought of my dear friend Mayzie, and how she would understand the ache in my heart; she had sat with me so many years ago in a different world singing The Circle Game.

Tonight I was totally enveloped in the beauty that life has blessed me with. These are the things I may have dreamed of when I was small and hidden in that quiet valley of southern Vermont.

Until tonight I never realized how very far away I felt from the child that I was; I wasn't sure why...maybe because I held my own child in my arms.

Fast asleep.

Got Boob?

And now a word from our sponsor....

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• Bouncy seat
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• Birth Ball
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• Binky
• Bras
• Baskets (I love me some baskets)

Oddly enough...Spouse's name starts with 'B'.

The cats you ask?

• Bacon
• Blossom
• Beans! (Codename; Bubba)

Life before all of the above? Before the Internet?

• BBS (10 points to anyone who BBS'd too!)
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• Bars
• Beer
• Bottles
• Bhangovers

Instead of counting sheep last night, I started counting B's. I realized short of the talking furry little monsters on strings I am living on Sesame Street. The part of the Grouch this morning will be played by my baby.

Seriously, I should cut her some slack. She is actually sleeping right now. Swaddled just short of asphyxiation; but sleeping.

If you are ever on "Wheel of Fortune" and make it to the end; remember the letter 'B'. When they give you the final puzzle and the most common letters...Guess 'B'.

You'll thank me later.

Oh one more thing...I know you think I missed it.

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