Randoms

-I should be fired from the blogosphere. I clearly don't have mad blogging skillz or it wouldn't have been 6 months since my last blog. In fact, you probably stopped reading months ago. My blog is tucked away in the land of misfit web pages right alongside myspace. Forgive me, friends!

-I was actually doing something over the past few months. I grew a person. So there. What did you do? His name is Caleb Christopher and he arrived into the world on 7/6/10 at a whopping 9lbs8oz. He poops alot....2-3x/hour usually. Takes after his Daddy. Labor was not beautiful, fun, or tranquil. I wanted an epidural and it didn't work. It was the worst experience of my life. He's worth it.

-Of all of the things that I have had to explain to my 2 year old, a breast pump may be the most difficult. I mean, lets face it, it freaks my 29 year old husband out beyond belief. They do look like some sort of medieval torture device. I think Riley might be pretty traumatized. I told her that Caleb drinks milk...from my.....tummy. Could not think of anything else to explain it for the life of me. Anyone have a better suggestion?

-Speaking of things that are difficult to explain, here is a conversation Riley decided to have in the middle of the grocery store in front of, oh, three or so male strangers:
Me: Riley, I can't carry you anymore. You're too heavy and my arms are tired. Walk like a big girl
Riley: You can't carry me 'cause you have boobies?
Me: (humiliated silence - maybe if I pretend she didn't say it they won't think she just asked me if I have boobies)
Riley: MOMMMMMYYY! You have BOOOOOBIES! Me and Daddy don't got boobies. (matter-of-factly)
Me: Riley, lets go get a cookie

-Against my better judgment, I allowed Shane to put three mini-helmets and a Dan Marino figure up in Caleb's room. Aside from the day he got his life-sized Dan Marino standing cutout, it might be the best day of his life. We're talking 10 hour perm-grin. I'm not sure, but I think he might spend some time during his late night baby-rocking sessions to pray to the Miami Dolphins/FSU shrine. I draw the line and hockey pucks and Sidney Crosby figures. Hockey's dumb.

-I think I have officially outgrown MTV's The Real World. I can remember when I wasn't allowed to watch...I would hide in my room and watch it after my mom went to sleep. Now, I find it annoying, boring, and staged. I think that makes me officially old and boring.

-Riley: Caleb's my baby brother
Shane: Caleb's my son
Riley: pause....Well then Caleb's my moon <3

-it's been a blissful hockey-free, football-free couple of months. I think my husband might even know my name again. I maintain that while football can stay, hockey should cease to exist. What fool thought of a six month long season anyway!?

-My August resolution....blog more. I'm working on it, people!