to be continued.

You probably noticed that I couldn't help myself and messed with the blog template again. What can I say, I exert control upon my universe any which way I can.

I have more to say about the mom thing eventually. I want to tell you all about the Herbfarm and how I am restructuring the household budget in order to be able to eat there again soon. I want to talk about how every time my husband wears this one 5k t-shirt it makes me feel like a failure because he ran it on  whim out drinking one night (it was a midnight run) and I don't think I could up and run a 5k if I had a gun to my head.

But right now the baby wants grapes. She always wants grapes. I was putting her in her car seat the other day and noticed her hair was in her eyes. I asked her if she wanted me to go get her a clip.

"Yes." she said. "And grapes."

Crap.

I forgot to tell you about Marlo turning 4 months old. Suffice to say it happened, she grew, I can't believe how big she's getting, yadda yadda.

Burglars, go watch TV for a minute. Okay, now that it's safe, I'll tell you that we're going on an epic adventure of a trip, two weeks away with no swing for a baby who only likes to sleep at night in a swing. Hurray! Nothing like ripping that band-aid off and getting on with life! Oh, and did I mention we're crossing three time zones? And the last time we did that she didn't sleep for more than an hour at a time all night? What joy.

I'll try to blog my adventures. Considering I'm going to be stuck in a hotel room all week with a napping baby, I have very little excuse not to.

That pretty much sums it up

You may notice I changed the blog title. That's cuz the new one seems much more reflective of what's going on around here. Not so much "adventures" but "boring old mom crap."

I've been meaning to update more often, really, but this blog is drifting into glorified baby book territory, which is never what I was interested in doing. At least I've saved the poop stories for my PEPS group. The baby stories might be more interesting if I actually had the time to develop a coherent narrative, but considering my free - slash - interwebbing time comes in spurts and starts, that's not really possible.

But it's getting closer to possible. I think. I am learning, slowly but surely, how to prioritize and spend time wisely. And how to ignore the baby while she screams in her crib so I can get my perez hilton read. Ha! A neglect joke! Won't Marlo just laugh when she's 15 and googles herself!

Oh and by the way

You have probably noticed that I'm messing with the format again. Please bear with me, all two of you.