When I told my friend Robert I was thinking of starting a blog he said with real sadness in his voice,
“Oh God, it’s not going to be mommy humor, is it?”
I cannot assure you that this blog will be entirely devoid of mommy humor.
What I will promise is that this blog will not consist solely of hilarious anecdotes regarding the consistency of my baby’s poop and/or lengthy musings on the myriad joys of the wipes warmer. This would, I recognize, be wrong.
For all of us.
My baby, by the way, is this person:
We call him Snoodlebug the Doodlebear Count of Cuddleville, but you can call him Snood. He is 3 months old and although his shirt is slightly obscured in this photo, it nonetheless delivers a simple message of truth: He Picked the Best Mommy. Or perhaps the most easily confused and disorganized mommy - that onesie was not available for sale as of press time.
For all of us.
My baby, by the way, is this person:
We call him Snoodlebug the Doodlebear Count of Cuddleville, but you can call him Snood. He is 3 months old and although his shirt is slightly obscured in this photo, it nonetheless delivers a simple message of truth: He Picked the Best Mommy. Or perhaps the most easily confused and disorganized mommy - that onesie was not available for sale as of press time.
Anyway, welcome to blog.
Unfortunately for you and your appetite for parental despair related fun-time musings I am currently on vacation with my family in Florida. This means I have almost a dozen people helping me with the baby and thus have no real news to report.
I'll think I'll go have a margarita and get back in the hot tub.
Stay tuned. And Happy New Year.
