Made some beef stew for dinner tonight (and apparently lunch tomorrow).
Just pretend it isn’t spilled all over the sides there.
By the way, I threw together a food page with images from all the different mess I’ve made since starting this blog (or at least the things I have taking pictures of). For being such a half-assed effort, I’m rather proud of how it came out. But then again, I’m also really fucking tired and delirious.
The wifey bought this air freshener the other day that uses a proximity sensor.
No, I’m serious.
When you get in range it lights up, lifts out of its casing, and then sprays a gust of whatever is in the canister (nerve agent maybe?) up into the air. Only it sprays it like three feet high — you know, just enough to hit you directly in the eyes if you run to the bathroom with your bladder about to explode and bend over to lift the toilet seat.
No wonder Jack Bauer never goes to the bathroom.
Now I’m just sitting here thinking of all the creative places I can hide it for the next time people come over to visit.
I deep-fried the eggplant before putting it in and it came out pretty yummy. Next time I think I need to cram even more eggplant in though.
I’m so domesticated.
Man, please someone get me away from this site. I’m laughing too hard and I should be sleeping.
Good lord does this kid drink. I find myself wondering how his little body can hold it all. If he is crying, my first solution is always to shove a bottle in his mouth because 99% of the time, he is hungry.
I have to go to the unemployment office one last time tomorrow morning to file for the last of my benefits. It would probably be hurting my feelings more if they where actually enough to help.
It’s been what, all of ten days since Ren was born and the wifey is already almost completely back to her original weight before pregnancy — which leaves me kind of shaking my head in confusion. I swear, she must be super woman or something.
And while I think it’s terribly sweet that the princess likes to read to Ren, I can’t help but feel it might go a little better if she wasn’t holding the book upside down.
We’ve decided on his name finally. Took us forever though — boys names are just so hard. Now to fill out his paperwork and get it registered officially.
Here are some pictures from when we picked him up at the hospital in the meantime:
Tried making something a bit new tonight for dinner.
Asparagus with Lemon Sauce:
Fettuccine Alfredo:
Just looking at the ingredients for the latter was enough to clog my arteries.
Well, it’s our second day having the newborn home and I’m proud to say we are all still living — for now. It’s of course taking some time to adjust but I think today went significantly smoother than yesterday. Or maybe we are just getting more used to staying this busy on such little sleep — who knows.
I remember before I was married and had kids, both of those things scared the utter crap out of me. And granted this isn’t so PC to say perhaps but I saw other people dragging their screaming toddlers around and wondered to myself why the hell people choose to do that to themselves — to quite literally sacrifice everything for these little fellas.
But here I am now with two kids and a wife, staying up to all hours of the night with a newborn, running from one child to the next, spending close to every second of my day splitting chores with my spouse, unemployed for almost a half year, utterly broke, and you know what? In a lot of ways, I’m the happiest I have ever been.
Go figure right.
It’s not so much about choosing to sacrifice your life for someone else — it’s about loving someone so much that you wouldn’t bat an eyelash to do so. And in a lot of ways, it’s an utter shame you don’t get the chance to experience that feeling until you’re already neck-deep in it.
This is the wifey during labor — I’m not shiting you:
Tell me there isn’t something totally wrong (yet awesome) about this woman.
The monitor she was hooked up to was pretty cool. The number on the right measured muscle contractions according to what the nurse told me. I thought it was pretty odd that her hardest contractions always peaked out at “127″ — that is until I looked at the chart and realized that “127″ was the largest number it could record.
I hate you husband … I hate you husband …. I hate you husband ….
The wifey really starting to hate me.
Viola — baby.
I saved everyone from having to see the one bloody baby pic I had from when he was just born (you can thank me later). This one was taken soon after he was cleaned up.
In short, the labor/birth process was much shorter than it was with the princess (however not short by any means), and the wifey handled it like an absolute pro (without absolutely any pain killers at that). I’m still utterly in shock of how well she did with it all actually.
Two more days and her and the baby come home. Now to try to come up with a name — I’m getting tired of naming all my picture folders “baby.”
