Yet another very uncomfortable difference is the teeth. Yes, you read correctly, teeth…she has two now. Even with one, when she bit down it CERTAINLY GOT MY ATTENTION. After yelping like a wounded dog or a grown man kicked in the balls, pick your favorite visual image, I use my “I am not happy with you” voice even though I am not quite certain she gets it yet.

Update on the Wordpress transition, career ambitions and the schlepless working at home.

This full-time working mom gig is tough. I can honestly say that I cannot remember feeling so spent except for the days when I did crazy-long workouts when training for ridiculously long races while I was also completing my MBA. These days, I am lucky to get three workouts a week in so my fatigue is from spreading my focus between baby, husband, breastfeeding/pumping, work, housework, learning about new things that could potentially replace my full-time gig someday and I guess that is it.