The Stephford Diaries

So, I sat down and tried to write. Instead of writing anything of any real merit, I wrote a song for my dog. What? Everyone else in this joint has a song! No, really!
KitCat — Kit. Cat. Boogie oogie oogie. (She loves this song. I can tell by how she meows along.)
Lou (aka Bulimicat) — [...]

I think I’ve shared enough funny stories about my own kids. So, I figured I better get other people’s kids in on the act here. And since Sarah D’s kids are pretty much like my own, I figure they deserve their fair share of public humiliation via this blog.
Last night, Sarah D, SarahMySister, assorted children [...]

Lenna, my Lenna. Where to start? This child is…my mini-me, except prettier and smarter and nicer. But boy, oh boy, did she get my stubbornness and my arrogance and my temper. But mostly, my stubbornness. And maybe just a little of my full-blown divaness tendency to like a little drama every so often.
My relationship with [...]

Or maybe just some mindless babbling from me. Whatever. Woo. It feels like a long time since I’ve hunkered down at the fireside and prepared to spin a yarn. Drat YouTube and its addictiveness!! Drat it, I say!
Anyway, I wanted to post about Matt. I know this blog is exceedingly Tricia-centric, and I’m sure [...]

P.S. You don’t want to know the noise that “sweet baby” replaced. Things that make Tricia smile aren’t things that make other people smile. Just trust me — we’ll all sleep much better without that noise.

But I think Tricia’s daddy and Peaches Pirate’s parents might dig these, too.
Sorry about the blur — the girl wouldn’t sit still.

How better to advertise one’s fandom than by wearing the team name on the tush?

I’m getting the glare of doom for making her lie down so I could get a pic that wasn’t blurry. [...]

Being the obsessive-compulsive that I am, I have worried myself with Tricia and this weight thing enough that Bill was ready to do me bodily injury, except he felt like my current nursing/pumping schedule was probably injurious enough.
So, he decided that since we can’t get a baby scale until Monday, he’d just weigh her [...]

So, we took Tricia to the doctor yesterday. (Okay. Everyone except Bill went, but that’s not relevant to this post. It will, however, explain why Tricia’s doctor gave me medication — he’s my doctor, too.)
Turns out that my underactive thyroid has been jacking with my milk supply. Tricia went from being in the 50th percentile [...]