We had a photographer, recommended to me by Shannon, come over to the house on Saturday. I cannot say enough good things about this girl. The photos turned out so great. Here is one that I am loving right now.

I’ve never been good at keeping a journal. I will write daily for about a month and then not touch it again for a year. I hang onto it though because I like to look back and read what I was thinking that year. That’s kind of what I do with this blog. I don’t keep up with it like I should but I like to look back and read what was going on with me at the time. I really don’t care if anyone else even reads it. It’s fun that you do, but I would have the same attitude about it if you didn’t. One of the reasons that I started a blog is that I am the person in a crowd that always has a funny story about everything. It can be annoying to some people but other people love it. I wanted this to be a place to tell my stories. I’m going to make this that place now that I don’t get any human interaction. My stories are totally wasted on this 7 week old human. His sense of humor is limited to what noises I can make the bottle make. Even that is only funny about 40% of the time.

I always thought that we would have a baby and lay around all day staring at him and trying to identify what baby parts took after who. I imagined us so filled with love for each other that we would never argue again. Not so. Instead I find us bickering over every little thing. Orders are barked around. I get frustrated because I feel like I do everything around here and his lazy habits have not gotten better. He is frustrated because he feels like he works all day and I have nothing better to do. Add feeling like the most unattractive person alive after you have a baby and you have a recipe for marital disaster.

Tonight’s argument stemmed from the dogs. Ahhh, the dogs. I could write for days about the frustration level those two have caused in the past 6 weeks. How many times they’ve been the reason we were going to get a divorce. However, the specific issue today was that I forgot to feed them. What my husband does not understand is that the dogs are not even on my radar these days. I cannot take care of this baby, the dishes, the bottles, the laundry, the bathrooms being cleaned, the trash, wake him up in the morning, find time to sleep, eat my damn self and feed the dogs. I used to care what happened to them and if they were happy but that was before this little person consumed my every waking moment. I think about feeding them or letting them go out to potty and boom! the baby starts crying and that thought gets pushed aside. That fast and I lose what I was about to do. I don’t even pee some days for 10 hours because I simply forget. I guess he thinks that I sit around all day just having fun and ignore the dogs. You would think that the fact that I look exactly like I did when he left (formula stained shirt and bedhead) would be some clue to how most of my days go. He is a good father. He really is. His husband skills could just use some work right about now.

Would it be possible to get a 3-way lightbulb that all 3 ways worked for more than a day? I don’t think this is too much to ask.

You guys have to see this. It’s hilarious and adorable.

Lots of pictures uploaded to flickr. I’m still working on the birth story and events following so stayed tuned for that. It’ll probably go up on the baby blog. Until then, enjoy this cute picture of our delicious babe.