I am so amazingly tired.  I hate saying this, because I always say this, and I have a friend who — yanno — had a BABY yesterday and I have no reason to complain.  But y’all, seriously, I dozed off while driving to work today.

Might be my sudden desire to wean off of caffeine.  Thanks, Skinny Bitch!

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Tonight is a big night on NBC’s The Biggest Loser.  It’s ridiculous how excited I am about this.  I am pulling SO HARD for a girl to win.  When the two girls came out on top last week, I literally told my child, “We did it, Binja!  We did it!”  As if “did it” included my shoveling pizza in my mouth while my fat ass was parked on the couch during the entire season.  But STILL.. we did do it. 

I hope they send that cryin’ ass brotha man home.

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Um, does anyone watch Celebrity Fit Club?  And did any of you see the insane emotional breakdown that the old lady had on there last week?  The one where she said she was gonna do a piece from the Vagina Monologues and then just pulled a When-Harry-Met Sally -I’ll-Have-What-She’s-Having fake O on the bus?  I am a fan of train wrecks, but OHMYGOD.  I am NOT a fan of bipolar women (ask me and I’ll tell you a story or twenty), and I was so terrified for everyone on that bus. 

I just KNOW that she has a blog or twenty. (WE MUST FIND THEM.)

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Ra bought me the most fabulous gift yesterday and it resides at the hospital.  I’ll show you guys when I have it.

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My child went back to the doctor today (the last visit with the old pediatrician.. HOORAY!) and his ears are clear.  She says.  He also had his four-month shots and weighed in an ounce lighter than the last visit.  Other than that, it was fairly uneventful.  EXCEPT that my child has contracted the same stomach bug that has half of our little town crippled.  He blew through three outfits and seven diapers at daycare yesterday, doing the same twice last night and once again this morning.  The funniest thing about this is his demeanor; he doesn’t feel bad, so he blows out a diaper — and you can hear it from another room, I shit you not — and then he LAUGHS.  And as you approach to change him?  LAUGHS SOME MORE.  He KNOWS.  And he thinks that shit is FUNNY.

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Meantime, I think this is funny:

My child LOVES peek-a-boo.  But he hasn’t quite figured the part where you UNHIDE.  He just lays there.  And we laugh.

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There might be news on the house front.  We’ll see.

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I’m thisclose to subscribing to TiVo.  I just feel so consumerist, giving in to it.  But since we bought a DVD recorder.. it just makes sense..

Penelope is here!

In case you weren’t on our mailing lists, Penelope graced the world with her presence last night at 6 p.m. at EXACTLY 6 lbs. 

When I left the hospital around ten last night, Ronda was resting in her room and Penelope was being “checked out” at the well-baby nursery and was on her way to visit with a very excited mom and dad.

Ronda was absolutely beautiful.  Although I saw her on Sunday and she was just glowing, I was still awe-stricken by how amazing she looked when they wheeled her down from recovery.  Seriously.  We should all be so blessed.

Bear with me:

When I was younger and was all into Steel Magnolias (yunno, before Sally Field’s funeral scene was the stuff of parody)(because it really was frickin’ amazing), I remember being moved by how quickly the group of women mobilized when something bad happened.  Word got out that Shelby done took a turn for da worse, and BAM! all the ladies dropped their cooking, waxing, babehs, and whatnot and started fixin’.  Fixin’ food, fixin’ child care, fixin’ problems.  I thought that was amazing because I didn’t know it really happens.

But it does.  And it SO does my heart good to know that.

She is a beautiful baby girl, which is totally unsurprising if you know her beautiful momma.  The surprise is in her fight, her perserverence, and her strength.  Which, again.. she gets from her momma.

Penelope Anne, we are SO happy to have you.