Cheaper than money.

Oh yeah, I'm cheap. But that's just the good news. I should probably get some new cookbooks. Yeah, it started our kinda normal, now its random. No really though, my cookbooks call for a dutch oven. Maybe I should just buy one of those and keep the books. Indecisiveness is a lot like being cheap. More on this topic to come later (my cheapness, not my cookbooks), we don't have that kind of time now.My daughter's second birthday is in three months and if one more person buys her a noisy toy of epic proportion they are so in for an obvious re-gifting come December. As you were.

About time.

Finally my good looks have caught up with my age. Repaid in acne. Mmmm lovely. There is nothing cooler than being 30 and having a zit the size of California's state debt on your nose. More fun than should be allowed in public. We'll soon see though.

And if it hasn't been christened with a crayola it's probably not worth it. But I argue, does our sofa really need more color?

O how you flatter.

Seriously, I had no idea that when I created this blog um two days ago, well not this blog, but the first one that looked exactly like this one only better smelling, but I digress that a hacker would hack it. Though, I should have seen this coming. I mean, who doesn't love a blog about fertility faux-pas and toddler tantrums. How you honor thee.
And in lighter news, if cat eye poking were a winter Olympic event my daughter would receive a silver medal. I'd get the gold, my fingers are bigger.

I'M ON FIRE!!!!!

No wait, that's just the Clomid induced hot flashes. And yes, the nudity is ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY! So quit asking. I'm going supernova, stellar explosion style.

The understanding of the toddler brain must require a committee of geniuses supervised by even smarter geniuses who are all confused as to why stickers must be placed in the armpit for maximum enjoyment. Carry on.

Best friends since yesterday.

I added some folks, some strangers. But I feel joined at the infertile hip and stuff so hopefully you won't feel I'm too intrusive. After all your blog is public.


Oh yeah, and we're starting the potty training process. Well, not now of course, don't be silly. Later, March 5th to be exact. Arbitrary days are very exciting. I set some goals, read some stuff, made a plan, got some pretty sound advice from others.... now on with the show.

If I had known then what I know now

I wouldn't change a thing. I knew six weeks after my daughter was born that I wanted another kid. Call it greed, call it love, call it crazy, but that's the truth. So, we're trying again, three years older, three years wiser.
And on a completely unrelated note if you want something smaller than a baseball to become lost, just hand it to a toddler and spin around once.