Karma, You're Cruel

There are times you shouldn't say things out loud. Like you shouldn't mention bombs in an airport. Or divorces at a wedding. Or that no-hitter that's about to happen.

Oh! Oh! And I have another to add to the list: When your six-month-old babies are sleeping through the night and have been for three months, DON'T TELL ANYONE. Especially the Internet. You moron.



Because Karma will get you. She will get you good.

She might do something like wake your baby up at 4 a.m. and make her scream in excruciating pain. And just as you get her calmed down and put back to sleep, she'll wake her again and this time really make her wail. And then you'll be stuck with a tiny baby glued to your chest until your other tiny baby wakes at 6 a.m. Time to start the day!

This series of events will cause you to wonder what in the world you were thinking when you mentioned that your babies slept through the night.

Which will inevitably lead to a lesson you should have already known: don't mess with Karma. She'll get you every time.

Caption Contest: July 7

We provide the picture. You write a caption (in the comments section below). The winner will be showered with fame and glory. Ready. Set. Go!

King Me

For as much as I complain about crying babies, babies who won't sleep, babies who refuse to eat, we actually have it pretty easy.





We work our butts off during the day, don't get me wrong. There is rarely a quiet moment — if it's not one, it's the other.

But at night, after they eat, and we do our goodnights, they go to sleep. For the night. The WHOLE night. And they have been doing this since they were about three months old.

I don't know how we got so lucky, but we did.

But this also means that once they hit the sack, we're in for the night. Only a tornado will convince me to wake those babies after they fall asleep. So, we spend all of our nights home.

For those of you who don't have kids yet, that lack of freedom probably seems depressing. No late-night runs to Taco Bell. No spontaneous trips to the movies. No more singing in Irish pubs.

But for us, the sound of quiet, content babies is freedom. Freedom to relax. Freedom to put your feet up. Freedom to kick your husband's butt at checkers THREE times in a row.

Rain, Rain Stay As Long As You Want

I know I'm in the minority. Most of you are cursing the rain. The third straight rainy day. Not me.

Ok, truth be told, I'm cursing it a bit. But only because of my own laziness. We noticed there was a leak near the skylight a week or so ago and that every time it rains, the ceiling melts off a little more. Yikes.

But mostly I welcome rainy days. Cloudy, dark, pitter-patter days.





Maybe I'll have some time to fix the ceiling now.

Caption Contest #10 Winner

Fame and glory go to ... Gina!



Grace: I'm the favorite...say it or I kick you in the head!!

Claire: Fine...I'm the favorite...


I was going to choose a runner-up, but I honestly couldn't decide! Check out all of the funny entries here.

Pictures of the week: 26 weeks

So, we tried cereal for the first time this week. They were not impressed.

Fashionably Late

I was afraid it wasn't going to happen.

It's ridiculous, I know.

It had to happen. At SOME point. Right?

It's normal to be scared, though, I think.

These are the kinds of things I worry about.

Things that I have no control of. Things that will work themselves out. Eventually.

But, once again, I should have listened to my Mom: Don't worry, be happy.



I apologize for the less than stellar camera work. My assistant (Claire) was very interested in sucking on the camera.