back again.....

this is olivia offering me a present of antifungal cream....sweet girl, that she is.

i feel obligated to catch everyone up to speed with what's been going on in my life since april. and here's the good news: nothing. olivia is bigger, crazier, and funnier than ever.

i'm beginning to believe that global warming has caused the state of maine to become the new seattle of america. yes, folks, it's raining and there's no end in sight. i asked one of our patients this morning about the weather and she responded with, "oh but we need the rain." and i wanted to ask her where her crack pipe was located because that's all it's been doing lately. instead i smiled and agreed and got lost in a silent psychoanalyzation of myself about why i tend to always suceed to stranger's opinions in order to avoid conflict. or maybe its to avoid wasting breath.

that's it, it's all over...

yep, i'm pulling a jo hanson on this one. i haven't missed posting-- i'll take it as a sign. it's been fun, though.

(and i tried deleting all of my previous posts and found the task too labor-intensive. so i stopped.)

in another life, don miller and i were best friends

"i want to keep my soul fertile for the changes, so things keep getting born in me, so things keep dying when it is time for things to die. i want to keep walking away from the person i was a moment ago, because a mind was made to figure things out, not to read the same page recurrently."

-- donald miller "Through Painted Deserts"

raving mommy

i don't mean to be an elitist in being a parent, however this is no similar feeling to greeting your child from a nap or singing a nonsensical song which elicts a huge smile from your child. babies' smiles are like no other smiles..... for they open their entire mouth to do so. their eyes sparkle in agreement with their mouth, and my heart has never felt such completeness. my life never seems to be more perfect than when i look at my little "punkin-doodle."

and when i carry my 14lb sleeping babe up to bed, i feel there is no greater mission in life. i'm quite certain artists model their angels and most beautiful creations off of sleeping babies. they are perfection with every promise in the world gracing their eyelids.

oh jo, i'm up for it!

5 Things You May or May Not Know About Me

1. i have a single white hair that grows out of my forehead. i have a rather friendly relationship with said hair; i'm not mad at it for growing there as its not conspicuous and it doesn't have family members.

2. despite my outgoing personality, i have major anxiety with new situations and new people.

3. i have dumped a lot of friends. i haven't yet broken down the psychology of why, but i like getting to know people, and shortly thereafter their superficial/know-it-all/pessimistic/clingy mannerisms drive me awol. i stop returning phonecalls and hope i don't run into them.

4. brand new books, brand new socks, sweatpants, brownie a la modes, reisling wine, champagne..... favorites.

5. it is imperative that i read while dropping a deuce. if i don't have a book or magazine, i'll resort to the back of the shampoo bottle or air freshener can.

i can't believe i'm posting this

wouldn't it be neat if guys had various ethnic sperm? or women had different ethnic eggs? you could be surprised with a little black baby... or have an asian, black baby......or.........wouldn't this be fantastic?! i realize you could create this combination with sperm donors and surrogate mothers or simply adopt............ i just want a little black baby someday, and i'm a little bummed that chris is white. :):)

lip love

for the past few weeks, regardless of how many applications of chapstick or the varying brands of lip balm used, i can not shake my supremely chapped lips. it's not really a big deal at this point, because i like to eat spicy food and i like the resulting sensation of the layers of my lips shriveling away. but now i'm left wondering if my lips will ever return to normal since i'm either biting them or torturing them with spice.

lips are amazing. at this point i should have no lip skin left. but nope. God in his infinite wisdom gave us a kachillion layers of lip skin.

(poor olivia.... she's either going to be a nut-job like me or i'm never going to be invited to school functions.:)