The Stephford Diaries

…for making this camera.
PSA — my birthday is July 27th. That camera would be highly appreciated as a gift. :cackle:

So, despite the crazy poo episode, which shouldn’t count since it happened in the middle of the night, today has been a red-letter day around here.
I bought something from eBay. Okay, so I picked a seller with 100% positive feedback. And I did Buy It Now rather than bidding. But still. I conquered my [...]

So, Tricia wakes up at 1 am for some food. Okie dokie. No big whoop.
As I’m feeding her, I hear noises coming from my baby that sound remarkably like the noises in the toilet scene in “Dumb & Dumber.” I can only hope and pray that the diaper is capable of withstanding this onslaught long [...]

…for those of you who have yet to experience the joys of parenthood. (This is geared to those who plan to nurse.)
First, believe every single woman who tells you that labor is the most excruciating pain you will ever feel. I don’t care whether or not you’ve got 472 tattoos and 897 piercings — it’s [...]

Okay, sometimes I crack myself up so bad, I have to share. This was an e-mail I sent to my friend (and boss) not too long ago…
God. I was all over the “one more” thing until I was dealing with a newborn again. Then, I was like, “Huh. I am too old to do this [...]

So. I caved and gave Tricia a bink last night. She was crying at the breast, but she kept re-latching. Then she’d cry a little more. She was obviously not interested in food — she just wanted to suck. My pesky ol’ boobs wouldn’t cooperate and stop with the milk already. So, I gave her [...]

Okay, so for as long as I’ve been online, there have been message boards carrying on various debates: breastfeeding v. formula feeding, staying at home v. working outside the home, etc.
I guess I don’t get why people need to debate this stuff. I mean, none of your decisions about that stuff affect me or my [...]

Hokay, so. I believe in breastfeeding — I’m not militant about it, and I’m not going to judge someone who chooses to formula feed. It’s not my kid; it’s not my business. (That’s pretty much my view on most parenting issues.)
Anyway, we were watching Penn & Teller: Bullshit! today, and it was about breasts and [...]

On Monday, I had this very bizarre sensation that something was in my cooper. I figured it was maybe a clot or something, and I went about my business figuring it would come out or whatever. On Tuesday, that feeling was worse. The only way I know to describe it is it was like when [...]

Okay, so it’s really like 3:20, but whatever. Tricia the WonderBaby just woke up for a feed, and now I’m WIDE AWAKE. Since it’s three o’clock in the morning, no one else is any kind of awake. So, I’m here. Woo!
I think I’ll post about the new ped we tried since I didn’t get to [...]