This month, I’m linking up with The Nester for this 31 Day series as I survive the newborn haze of sleepless nights, endless nursing, and squeezing in life in twenty minute increments throughout the day. If you want to receive the posts directly in your email inbox, just leave your email address in the box on the sidebar, and subscribe so you don’t miss a post!
I’ll share photos every day, some of them good, and some of them mediocre, because baby leaves me little time to worry about taking and editing the perfect photos.
I’ll also be sharing my daughter’s thoughts, as dictated to me telepathically while she nurses, because she has informed me that she is a mind ninja, and I am merely her portal to the outside world.
To celebrate, mom-lady took me to the doctor yesterday and let them shove a sharp needle into my thigh.
She needs to work on her party planning skills.
I have better plans to celebrate the 30 days since my birth. I am taking my first airplane ride. I’m braving the elements, and all that is in this big, bad world so that I can have an adventure. I’m bringing mom-lady along for the ride because I’m generous like that.
Mom-lady and I are headed to the Allume conference. I’ll try to blog while I’m there, but you know…I’ll be busy hobnobbing with all the blogger ladies. They’ll probably want to know all my secrets to becoming such a successful blogger at such a young age.
I plan to “Allume-inate them.”
See what I did there?
I’m so stinking clever, it’s scary.
This month, I’m linking up with The Nester for this 31 Day series as I survive the newborn haze of sleepless nights, endless nursing, and squeezing in life in twenty minute increments throughout the day. If you want to receive the posts directly in your email inbox, just leave your email address in the box on the sidebar, and subscribe so you don’t miss a post!
I’ll share photos every day, some of them good, and some of them mediocre, because baby leaves me little time to worry about taking and editing the perfect photos.
I’ll also be sharing my daughter’s thoughts, as dictated to me telepathically while she nurses, because she has informed me that she is a mind ninja, and I am merely her portal to the outside world.
We went to the beach yesterday. At first I was completely unimpressed. In my defense, mom-lady kept me up for hours the night before, so I was extremely tired. I wanted to nap, but mom-lady insisted that we take pictures at the beach, because apparently there’s something magical about the sand and that gigantic body of water called “The Ocean.”
Anyway, mom-lady let all the bigger kids take turns holding me, which basically felt like I was being passed like a hot potato from one person to the next.
Side note: I’m really looking forward to the day when I can hold my head up on my own. Even more than that, I’m looking forward to becoming mobile so that I can flee these little family photo sessions.
I did my obligatory fussing as they passed me around, but then mom-lady put me down in the sand and OH MY GOSH THE BEACH REALLY IS MAGICAL!!!
I laid on my blanket and tiny fairies danced before my eyes. Suddenly the sky sparkled, and the sound of the ocean in the background filled me with such rapturous joy that I could have stayed there for hours.
I hear that being born in Florida allows me full use of the title “beach baby.” I will wear that crown proudly. Indeed, I will happily spend my days from here on out in the powdery sand.
I have found my happy place.
This month, I’m linking up with The Nester for this 31 Day series as I survive the newborn haze of sleepless nights, endless nursing, and squeezing in life in twenty minute increments throughout the day. If you want to receive the posts directly in your email inbox, just leave your email address in the box on the sidebar, and subscribe so you don’t miss a post!
I’ll share photos every day, some of them good, and some of them mediocre, because baby leaves me little time to worry about taking and editing the perfect photos.
I’ll also be sharing my daughter’s thoughts, as dictated to me telepathically while she nurses, because she has informed me that she is a mind ninja, and I am merely her portal to the outside world.
I have nothing to say today, and clearly I had nothing to say yesterday SINCE I WAS HARDLY HOME!
The life of a fourth born isn’t for the faint of heart.
I went to two soccer games and a four hour gymnastics meet yesterday.
I’m exhausted.
Mom-lady wanted to take me to the beach tonight, but I gave that idea the bird. She’s leaving me with my grandmother instead, which is totally fine with me, because the grandma-lady (the one they call “Byshka”) likes to hold me and never lay me down.
It is totes awesome.
That’s right…I said totes.
Peace out.
This month, I’m linking up with The Nester for this 31 Day series as I survive the newborn haze of sleepless nights, endless nursing, and squeezing in life in twenty minute increments throughout the day. If you want to receive the posts directly in your email inbox, just leave your email address in the box on the sidebar, and subscribe so you don’t miss a post!
I’ll share photos every day, some of them good, and some of them mediocre, because baby leaves me little time to worry about taking and editing the perfect photos.
I’ll also be sharing my daughter’s thoughts, as dictated to me telepathically while she nurses, because she has informed me that she is a mind ninja, and I am merely her portal to the outside world.
Mom-lady has a closet full of gigantic, ridiculous bows that she is giddy – GIDDY – to put on my tiny head.
Please.
Someone help me.
This month, I’m linking up with The Nester for this 31 Day series as I survive the newborn haze of sleepless nights, endless nursing, and squeezing in life in twenty minute increments throughout the day. If you want to receive the posts directly in your email inbox, just leave your email address in the box on the sidebar, and subscribe so you don’t miss a post!
I’ll share photos every day, some of them good, and some of them mediocre, because baby leaves me little time to worry about taking and editing the perfect photos.
I’ll also be sharing my daughter’s thoughts, as dictated to me telepathically while she nurses, because she has informed me that she is a mind ninja, and I am merely her portal to the outside world.
Okay, so let’s just acknowledge the elephant in the room.
I didn’t blog yesterday.
Look, people – I am an infant. I cannot possibly be expected to accomplish all that’s required of me on a daily basis, what with the constant growing, needing to be fed, sleeping, and other requirements placed on people of my size. And now you want me to blog for 31 days straight?
Absurd.
In fact, I decided that yesterday was going to be a party day, and I refused sleep most of the day, which the parental units loved, of course, because it meant they got to see my eyes all day. I could tell they loved it by the way they sighed contentedly each time they picked me up and rocked me.
THEY WERE SO HAPPY!
I had to give up the fight around 6:00 last night, though, when dad held me tight against his chest. I’m not sure what kind of aftershave he uses, but it is like a drug. I am powerless against it’s scent, and it sends me straight into slumber every time he holds me like that. It’s really not a fair fight, if you think about it.
Mom-lady woke me up at 8:00 to feed me, because apparently she is fearful that my growling stomach will interrupt her “beauty sleep.” Heh…
Incidentally, what is this business about “nothing good happening after midnight?” That’s a lie! There’s some serious partying to be done in those dark, nighttime hours. It just so happens that I love the 3:15-5:00 hours. Mom-lady might as well throw on some party tunes and grab her Red Solo Cup, because I’m here to have a good time, baby!
Sadly, she tired of our middle of the night party and laid me down while I was still wide awake, and she left me there…SWADDLED! With my arms pinned to my side like some crazy person in a straight jacket.
S’okay.
I finished the party on my own, and she got to watch me live it up on the monitor. I didn’t give up the fight until my older brothers and sister got up for breakfast, and mom-lady dragged herself from bed to go feed them.
I win again… (maniacal laugh)
This month, I’m linking up with The Nester for this 31 Day series as I survive the newborn haze of sleepless nights, endless nursing, and squeezing in life in twenty minute increments throughout the day. If you want to receive the posts directly in your email inbox, just leave your email address in the box on the sidebar, and subscribe so you don’t miss a post!
I’ll share photos every day, some of them good, and some of them mediocre, because baby leaves me little time to worry about taking and editing the perfect photos.
I’ll also be sharing my daughter’s thoughts, as dictated to me telepathically while she nurses, because she has informed me that she is a mind ninja, and I am merely her portal to the outside world.
This month, I’m linking up with The Nester for this 31 Day series as I survive the newborn haze of sleepless nights, endless nursing, and squeezing in life in twenty minute increments throughout the day. If you want to receive the posts directly in your email inbox, just leave your email address in the box on the sidebar, and subscribe so you don’t miss a post!
