Yoiks! Cash, that scares me because that's my future. As bad as things seem right now, at least they aren't completely mobile.

The maternity wing is a locked unit at the hospital. It's to prevent baby theft, which makes sense. I'm really good about calling the NICU to get in but people always want to come in when all of the signs say, basically, that each group must call.

I often want to make a snide remark about the fact that I always call and there is exactly zero chance that anyone is snatching my kids because they come with durable medical equipment and by the time you get the vent, the oxygen machine, the infusers and all of the meds, you won't be able to wheel out my kids. So the locked ward-ness? More for the safety of the sausage babies that most those people are visiting and would want to protect.

Footie pjs are a pain in the ass, though. I try not to dress either of them in the footie ones because they have a pulse oximeter on one foot and get blood gases drawn from the other.

Frankly, I am in my pjs all day when I'm at home.

Kat, you crack me up.

As they get bigger you might want to put them into some of those display outfits, though frankly there's something to be said about long sleeved footie pajamas all day.

When Lillian was little, she lived in plain white Onesies and occasionally jeans when I wanted to tell people her drag king name was Liam.

Footie PJs didn't enter into things much until it got cooler. They're too much of a pain for diaper changes, and I'm lazy.

Footie PJs didn't enter into things much until it got cooler.

Cooler is one of our default settings in SF. Though I expect it's similar to Seattle. But JZ and Matilda spend a fair amount of time waiting for public transit, hence outside.

And K earwormed me with "The Wheels on the Bus" which is making me contemplate putting my head in the oven.

Oh man, you guys are in for it. Whether the Wiggles exist when you have toddlers or not. Nothing is as funny as my bad-ass brother humming preschool themes and then grimacing when he catches himself.

wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round

Damnit, K.

I think newborn pjs are so that parents can differentiate day from night.

Hampden is throwing down again this weekend. I think I shall seek out sushi and HON babystuff.

Argh! My early bedtime was going so well, but I could not resist the Top Chef! Oh, good times. I still wish Lee Anne could be their Tim Gunn.

The other thing that has been cracking me up today is the thought of Noah and his occupational therapist. I mean, for a preemie who weighs 5 lbs, what job is he really receiving therapy for? (Yes, I know. that's NOT what occupational therapy is about).

Is it hampdenfest this weekend, sara?

I was singing to Noah today and K was all, "what are you singing?"

me: "Silent Night."
K:"why?"
me:"It's one of the few non-Ani DiFranco songs I know the words to."'

That's when she earwormed me. Damn her.

Full-time work or work full time.

That's what logic tells me, but the second one just looks weird to me.

He's training to train his moms.

That's gotta be fun to describe at cocktail parties: I'm an occupational therapist for the NICU babies....