I think Ozzie won.

No. I think he who doesn't have to go to the vet, wins.

Hope Ozzie gets a clean (but very crazy) bill of health, Perkins.

Heh. I meant to say I thought Perkins the cat won.

Poor psychotic kitty....

Emily doesn't like sandwiches.

My SISTAH!!!

I'm crankypants this morning. The baby woke up before I was ready to, so I brought him downstairs and asked my DH, who was already up, to watch him for a bit while I finished up sleeping. I just wanted one day where I woke up when I was done sleeping, rather than on babytime, so that I didn't spend the whole day thinking about how I could get more sleep.

Naturally, DH's version of watching the baby involved leaving him in the playpan, unchanged, by himself, so that he cried until I got up.

I really didn't want to turn into one of "those mothers" who doesn't let the father near the kid, but I may be on that path this morning.

Naturally, DH's version of watching the baby involved leaving him in the playpan, unchanged, by himself, so that he cried until I got up.

I really didn't want to turn into one of "those mothers" who doesn't let the father near the kid, but I may be on that path this morning.

In such circumstances, I would become one of the mothers who force-feed soiled diapers to the fathers of their children.

Tell me I would not be alone in that.

Tell me I would not be alone in that.

Absolutely not! Poor Raq!

I'm trying to decide how to schedule my day today. Emily won't be up for a while, so I'm going to try to get to the grocery store before she wakes up, then make cinnamon rolls for breakfast. It would probably be pretty quiet at the store right now, so I should just go. But, I'm moving slowly.

I wouldn't force feed the soiled diapers to the dh, primarily because that would make me sick.

I just wanted one day where I woke up when I was done sleeping, rather than on babytime, so that I didn't spend the whole day thinking about how I could get more sleep.

Naturally, DH's version of watching the baby involved leaving him in the playpan, unchanged, by himself, so that he cried until I got up.

I really didn't want to turn into one of "those mothers" who doesn't let the father near the kid, but I may be on that path this morning.

Oh, does he live, still (the dh, that is)? I know it is too late for this morning, but I recommend giving some tough love for your dh--applied in the form of you taking off (cheerfully, for "errands") for a better part of the day so that he has to parent Mal, because he has no other choice.

Ooooh, good idea, Cindy - much better than mine as it can't be mistaken for domestic violence.

I really didn't want to turn into one of "those mothers" who doesn't let the father near the kid, but I may be on that path this morning.

Poor Raq. I do remember the sleep dep days so well. (probably repeated story follows) When Bobby was just a few months old he was inconsolable and I was more than exhausted. DH insisted that I needed to sleep and took the baby from me. After listening to the baby cry forever I gave up and went into the bedroom to check on them. DH was snoring fast asleep with Bobby sitting on his chest wailing.

The good news is that DH has grown to be the best father evah and I don't hesitate to leave him in charge for long periods of time. This is how I have managed to go away for weekend visits with Buffistas.

cold pizza:

It is a lovely thing that he understands my need to run away for the weekend from time to time. Overall I do much more of the daily childcare stuff.