These are the Days...

Anyone know that song "I'm on a Roll" by Over the Rhine? If you don't, you really should check it out. I'm completely addicted to it. Even now it's going through my head and I can't stop it. Argh.

Anyhoo, the reason I bring it up is that I was trying to decode the lyrics this morning with just one cup of coffee in my system. And this, my friends, is what I've missed doing with my husband for the longest time. (Just when I thought furloughs were great for making babies! Ha!)

So here we are toying with the iPod trying to get it to play a line that sounded like "we're shaking up shaponies, cause we haven't got a care." So this is what it went like:

Me: Shaponies? It's not shaponies!

Him: Shaponies. That's what she says.

Me: Nooooooo.

Him: What is it, then?

Me: I don't know. That's why I don't sing that song. I don't want to be ridiculed. (Laughing at him.)

Him: Google it.

Well, as it turns out, it's shaking up SHOW PONIES. Good God. He was right. Well, almost.

Baby Making

Who thought making a second baby wouldn't be fun! It's no secret now that my husband and I are working on conceiving a second baby. We're working on a schedule of what they call "baby-dancing" every 48 hours and with one baby it isn't easy. However, so far it hasn't worked, so this month we're working in earnest. The way we worked at it to make Bombie.

I know it all sees insane right now (and even a little funny at times) - but hopefully it will all work out in the end. At this point, I don't care if it's a boy or girl. Although I have saved all of Bombie's clothes!

Wish us luck! :)

The Baby Who Is!

My name is Purva Brown and I'm a babyholic. Call it baby-brain, call it what you will. But I've suddenly developed a penchant for all things baby. And not in an insane, third trimester of pregnancy way, but in a sticks around until you die kinda way.

This motherhood thing has changed me in unmentionable ways. I have begun watching Jon and Kate Plus Eight. Yes, kill me. Kill me now.

I have also begun deriving deep meanings from Bombie's actions. I don't see how it would be any different. As perhaps all mothers know, when the being who could barely move its neck whom you brought back from the hospital begins to crawl, your world shifts somewhat. You begin to lose some of your complacence about life. Your life.

Suddenly, this seven and a half pounder has turned eighteen pounds and now demands things to play with and eat. She's no longer content just lying around in wait for the next feeding. She's got opinions you will hear. Even if they're just sounds. And in some cases, she'll scream something that sounds like "IS!" at the top her voice.

Yes, she is! And don't you forget it. Don't get complacent. She is.