Something Rainbows

If life is a buffet (or a buffet is a buffet, for that matter), then I believe one should heap as much onto one's plate as possible.  Even if it's such an irresponsible amount that you wind up missing deadlines, cheating yourself out of sleep, and dropping a trail of overboard pasta salad on the way back to your table.  What's happening to this metaphor?

What I'm getting at is that I signed on to be one of a group of 30 fantastic writers (wait, that makes it sound like I'm saying that I think I'm fantastic) contributing to a blogging collective of sorts.  Don't make me tell you what it's called.

Okay, fine.  It's called Pooping Rainbows.  No, I had nothing to do with the title.

Each blogger gets one day a month to post.  Mine is the 27th... which is today!  So check me out, and all of the equally amazing (there, I did it again) writers. 

Oh, and I wrote one last month on the 27th too that I failed to mention.  Whoops.  (If you look for it, it's posted by "Peter."  Don't be alarmed.  The side-blogging is the extent of my secrecy.  There is no male alter-ego.)

Bandana Bibs

Almost overnight, Oscar Finn became a slobbering, drooling mess.  He soaks through his shirts, drooling all over the front, gnawing on his sleeves.  Then he moves on to my clothes.  At his most recent doctor's appointment, we learned he was a little on the early side with teething, and this was of course the reason for the waterworks.

So to give Oscar something to gum and dribble into, I made him a bandana bib.  It was a pretty easy little project, once I figured out the right measurements (this took several tries).  

Everyone's Doing It

Recently I did this to my fingernails.

Which can only mean one thing: I think I'm cool now.  So I signed up for Twitter.  For the longest time I'd resisted because I just couldn't handle any more things. But now I feel left out and I resent having to have hash tags explained to me.

Truth be told, I already signed up for Twitter once before.  It was four years ago and I quit after two weeks because it was unbearably annoying.  But that may have had something to do with the fact that I didn't have a smartphone, only a phone phone, and received all of my tweets in a ceaseless stream of text messages.

If you would like to follow me, I'm @brianamah.  Yes, I had to ask someone if you use the @.  No, I don't understand why that is.

We'll see how this foray goes.  It's been less than 24 hours and I'm already over it.

Fumigation Vacation: Part 2

With heavy hearts, we left our apartment (and Sarge) behind and made our way to the hotel.  I'm sure for some people, a temporary displacement would be resolved by booking a suite at a luxury hotel, or perhaps an impromptu Hawaiian vacation.  For us, it meant 4 nights at the Extended Stay in Woodland Hills.  

Fumigation Vacation: Part 1

"This sucks!"

It's always something.

As soon as we gain some confidence as parents and settle into a routine, the universe comes along to punch us in our smug faces.   Our building had to be fumigated for termites, and we had to evacuate for the weekend.

And Then There Were Three (Well, Six If You Count The Pets)

Of all the excuses I've ever laid on you for sluggish blog updating, this one takes the cake. I had a baby! Yes, after 40 weeks, 17 bottles of Tums and, finally, about 3 and half hours of labor, Oscar Finn Mahoney showed up. He looked like this:

Since then he's depuffed a bit (babies are born quite puffy for whatever reason) and these days he's looking more like this:

A More Restful Bedroom

Oh hi. Happy New Year and welcome back. If anyone thought the lag in posting was owing to my having given birth, I'm sad to report that this is not the case. I'm still lumbering around impatiently.

I've already started my leave from work,