A similar pattern exists on the other leg and on her arms and even a slight bit on her ear. The doctor immediately took a look and also pointed out that B’s feet and hands were swollen. THE URGE TO SOAR WITH THE EAGLE IS SO OVERPOWERING.

Even though she seemed quite a bit better, her fever was still there so I did end up giving her more Tylenol. Strangely enough a little while afterwards she started acting much more fussy and when I put her down for her nap she was SCREAMING in a piercing fashion!

And so I will pose the question to you. What would you consider adding to your “Not To Do List” and how wonderful does it make you feel to think of it never being on your mind, making you feel guilty again?

Within two hours, he was loudly praying to the porcelain God upstairs. I finished up my dinner, continued to take care of Belén and dropped off some water and Gatorade to the bathroom. By the time Belén went to bed at 7, I started to feel a little nauseous myself but I was hoping it was just the mental image of puking after hearing Andy go at it for so long.

Even after nearly six months back at work, by 5 o’clock, I still feel so anxious to exit the premises and go squeeze my baby, I can hardly stand it. I cannot think of how to accurately articulate the feeling that overcomes me around this time every day. I guess the two situations I can most compare it to would be the excitement and longing of young love and the anxious feeling when your partner is about to return from an extended trip.

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.

I bet you can guess what happened next. Yup, when she would come by my house afterwards to show me her loot, it was all baby-related and I actually found myself wanting it. Wanting it, but not wanting it bad enough that I was going to leave my perfectly comfortable home to drive to some church in Melba to buy it. This is where etsy comes in.

A rough October, with the difficulty of a working mom comes to a close.

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

Busy, busy busy…the plight of the working MOM