Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

King cakes are, in fact, delicious, despite my turning my nose up at their gaudy colored sprinkles.  Especially Winn Dixie Bavarian Cream.  Oh man.

Jack has had approximately 47 glasses of juice/milk today.  He has finally learned to ask for a drink by saying "juice" instead of throwing himself in front of the fridge in the throes of agony.  To cement the concept, I am rewarding every eyebrow-raised, sweetly questioning "ju?" with a big old drink of watered down…

wee-wee.  Said the ultrasound tech.  Mother’s intuition was right this time. Two people scanned me today, and in between scans we put Jack up on my belly, as he was getting quite worried about Mommy getting poked and prodded.  (Yes, we took him.  I don’t recommend it, but desperate times . . . he did…

This morning Jack and I were sharing the spare double bed in his room.  He prefers to sleep perpendicular to his parents, for maximum parental discomfort and minimum parental sleep, so we only bed-share during illness or travel.  He’s got a beast of a cold and cough right now, and last night was my turn…

Sleep strike, that is.  I don’t know why it is, but last night and then today’s nap, he is screaming the house down.  He’s grumpy as all hell during the day, too, which makes us crazy.  Today is one of those days I want to just sell him to the gypsies.  I tried rocking him,…