Mr. fatty McButter Pants strikes again!

I can't believe it, but Izzy is already too fat for his swing. I plopped him down in it yesterday to calm his fussy little butt. After swinging for about 30 seconds, it gradually slowed down until it was no longer moving. I thought it was a fluke. I pushed the swing again. Same result. Is it just me or is anyone else a little disturbed by his hugeness?

Don't tease me. I am sensitive about my weight.

Mystery woman...

On Wednesday's post, several people asked to see pictures of my new hairdo. Have you all learned nothing yet? I do not post pictures of myself on the internet. And no, my children's real names are not Porgie and Izzy. I know that you are dieing to know more about me and my offspring, but you are just going to have to suffer. I am all mysterious and shit.

So, I have no pictures to post of my beautiful hair. However, I do have a few photos to share. I take lots of pictures of my babies. On any given day, I snap at least 10 pictures. And although I have captured tons of adorable smiles, I have also managed to capture lots of crap. Case in point...


I have to go. My friend is getting ready to drop off her daughter. I am sure she would appreciate it if I didn't blog for the entire two hours her kid is here. See you later alligators!

Just one more baby

Although I have plenty of babies in my household, I have agreed to watch one more on Saturday. John and I are going to watch my friend's daughter this weekend, and she is going to watch both of my babies next weekend. I am pretty excited about this arrangement. I haven't stopped talking about it all week.

John and I have never had a day alone together since Porgie was born. Not even once. Honestly, I am not sure what we are going to do with all of our free time. I am thinking that I might just sit on the couch or take a nap or get in the shower. All I want are the simple things in life. The things that people without children take for granted.

Of course, I am all talk this week. Next week, I'll be fretting and worrying about leaving my babies in someone else's care. I don't think I'll have a problem leaving Porgie, but I know I will worry about little Izzy. He needs his mama's boobs.

Even if I do start having doubts, remind me that we NEED this time alone desperately. Remind me that my babies will not starve to death after a few hours without me. Remind me that I want to sit on the damn couch and just zone out.

I am counting on you internet friends. Don't let me down!