Parenthood

Dear Charlotte, You’ve been breathing air and using that air to scream in demand of milk and a clean ass for four weeks now. Let me tell you what, kiddo.  Your head has become ENORMOUS during those four weeks.  Newborns, you →MORE...

Aug 16, 2009
I have been thinking for awhile about taking the time to find a quotation, a few crap photographs that I would otherwise delete, and then mashing them all together so that I have a post that whispers a small story of →MORE...

In naming Charlotte, I felt like a fraud. Donald and I decided on her name long before we hopped in the sack sans condom.  It was a name he picked out of thin air, a name I rather liked, and BOOM! →MORE...

Aug 07, 2009
Yesterday was my birthday. There was not a single exciting thing about this year’s birthday.  I spent most of the day half-naked on the couch while Charlotte slept on my chest or chomped on my nipple.  What wasn’t spent half-naked on →MORE...

Aug 06, 2009
So.  Every night, my adorable little punk falls asleep.  And she does not wake up until six to nine hours later. Go ahead and hate me.  I just have one question: if the baby sleeps nine hours a night, with three-hour →MORE...