Escape your life for a little while — come play in mine.


Posted by Lissa on January 29, 2013

There’s good news, there’s bad-but-good news and there’s poop news:

-The cold has departed, yay hooray! I credit copious amounts of hot liquid, frequent salt water gargling and blowing my nose at every opportunity.
– BabyKitty… is probably teething. Yikes!! He’s not in pain, thank goodness, but he’s chewing on everything within reach and drooling copiously. I’ve told him in no uncertain terms that as soon as he gets his first tooth we’re done with the whole breastfeeding thing, but I’m not sure he believes me.
-It’s always hard firing someone from a small company, especially when the person is nice. Unfortunately, Blondie just wasn’t doing good work.
– Which means that, for the short term, I have twice as much work AND am cleaning up all her messes. Oy vey.
– Should I come up with a different moniker for my baby munchkin? If so, do you have suggestions?

Hope everyone is having a great week!

P.S. I sometimes reward comments with baby pictures. You just might get lucky 🙂


4 Responses to “Updates”

  1. So glad to hear you’re feeling better. More cutie pictures for sure. I totally agree that firing is the most miserable job in the world, next to cleaning up the messes made by someone who didn’t have the skill set to maintian the position they were asigned.

  2. Brad Kruse said

    It is tough coming up with a name that conveys hopes and affection, rather than memorable (diaper blowout) incidents unlikely to accelerate growth of character.

    “Slugger” when Dad is fixated on the net Babe Ruth. “CMIOS” or “iPad” for a techno wannabe. “Dallas”, “Phoenix”, and “Sheboygan” for folks that travel a bit, and have a “special” night they want to remember. Gack.

    Me? My first horse was a Belgian Draft Horse filly — that grew into an 18.2 hand (6’2″ at the shoulder) horse. I remember both times she stepped on my foot. New, my Hackney Pony answers to “Little One”. My roosters each answer, sort of, to “Er-Err!”. *cough*.

    When I help feed the neighbor’s cows, each is “precious”, :”beautiful”, “dear”. Or, “Hey, guy,” for the not-a-cows.

    Perhaps, “Ace”, as WWII pilots learned to cherish the title. Or Bulls-eye, for a target emphasis. Bulls-eye Kid (keeping the BK thing going)? Boy Kevin, ala Bloom County and Culture Club? Or, just do what Kentucky Fried Chicken, er, KFC, and Future Farmers of America, er, FFA, did, and use the BK letters without attaching them to words. Even if it might get confusing at Burgher King..

    If Mom eats an extra yogurt, does that help with the diaper blowout? Just curious.

  3. I just have to say that if the incredible diaper blowout did not end up on your own outfit minutes before leaving the house for an event that you dressed up for, you are one lucky momma. But it will probably happen next time. Forewarned is forearmed. LOL

    How about babyHulk? Or doesn’t he have a righteous temper? 😉

  4. B said

    I think you should call him the ” little shooter” better than the little sh*tter lol

    glad your better we’ve been sharing a cold around and around for almost 2 months

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