Photohunt: View
This shot doesn’t look the way I envisioned it but it will have to do for now. I wanted the hands in focus too…and the weather didn’t cooperate so the sky is a shade of blaah.
Photohunt: Road
I don’t want my brain to turn into baby mush – so I decided to participate in Photohunt.
Shot while going about 75 m/h somewhere in Florida – “OK, no one is coming from either side, NOW NOW, go in the middle of the road!”
****zzzz**** I wish…
So, it has been one of those nights where you are rethinking this whole parenting gig, bleary eyed hoping that “there MUST be an end to this! Oh God, make the screaming stop” and then when you are about to loose your shit and hurl yourself upon the noise source just to silence it- you hear a loud FART! And the yelling hole changes into a cute smile and your eyes lock and this huge relief washes over you. World finally makes sense – until the next fart comes along. Lather, Rinse & Repeat.
My parents left and it seems like they never really were here. We are back to cursing the wonderful & unreliable technology that allows us to video chat.
On my mind
I am scared shitless because my parents are leaving on Tuesday. How will I manage? Who will feed me? Who will vacuum the infinite number of dog hairs? Who will hold the baby when I need to go to the bathroom?
The other half of my team is not worried:
Boo-b
As breastfeeding keeps kicking my ass, I stumble around trying find some time to write the memorable firsts – like first explosive poop that I had to wipe off the bathroom wall, first smiles (that might or might have not been due to explosive poop), first time we left him with his auntie – so I can have a prescribed Guinness (HOPS!) It’s all about the milk production here really. And the worries that I try to silence with a fist to the mouth: Do I have enough milk? Is he pooping enough? Is he eating enough?
And the one question to question them all: IS THIS NORMAL?
Meanwhile, pictures like this make it all a bit better these days…
