2 days old and already seems unimpressed with the world.
In other news that relates (if you read the looonnngggg explanation): Sushi hates men. He’s gone from attacking them at first glance to just giving them a wide berth…. But it took years for him to reach that level of acceptance. His one exception to the rule is Ryan, but even that took time. One day in the midst of the Sushi hates Ryan onslaught (read: all men must bleed) Sushi got really sick and ended up in Kittie ER. The vet’s plan was to keep him over night for 2 nights but by night two they had had enough with the “rabid monster” and were begging us to take Sushi home. I had to work late so Ryan went to retrieve him. The vets were shocked when the scary 10 pound monster they were terrified of spotted Ryan and started purring and jumping up and down – so excited to see his dad. And thus began the Sushi loves Ryan point in our history. (To his credit, Ryan always adored Sushi and had been hurt by the constant rebuffs of the past.)
Anyways! Fast forward 4ish years later there I was handing my non-impressed daughter off to the nursery nurse for further (regular) testing and her Hep B vaccine. I swear to god when they gave her back to me I got the biggest “ohmygod I KNOW you and love you” smile that I almost died. I heard that at 2 days old it’s not smiling it’s passing gas but whatever – I’ll take it!
this will never stop being funny.
the girl dressed as the boss is the best
is someone dressed as jesus
I’ve heard my boss say this so many times…… bwahahahaha!
(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via createthevixen)
The Woah-I’m-a-Mother post
World, Emma… Emma, World
Born yesterday (Thursday) at 3:19 PM.
An inundation of baby photos to commence in 3-2-1….
Union Square Cafe Joins Other Victims of New York City’s Rising Rents
You want to get a bunch of privileged gentrifiers to finally care about the insane rent hikes in this city? Start closing some of their favorite restaurants because the rent is too damn high. Then maybe they’ll start paying attention.
NOOOOOOOOO! Granted I’ve only eaten there once but it’s the place that taught me that soft shell crabs are awesome!
I am great at never worrying about work when I’m on vacation.
When massive layoffs happened at my company a little over a year ago and my hours jumped from leaving at 9 PM during the busy times to leaving at 4 AM, I joked that I was going to get knocked up so I could have a break.
I’ve been counting down the days until my maternity leave from day one.
I complained to my friends at my baby shower that co-workers were telling me they’d call me on my leave to ask me questions. I asked my friends if it was a career limiting move to tell them all that if they called me on maternity leave I may quit on them. (The concensus from my friends was an overwhelming YES in the CLM bucket.)
But today it happened. Today I started Day 1 of maternity leave. And by 10 AM I had been on my work email for 1.5 hours cleaning out past emails and then calling my boss to discuss how things were going. (I could hear her shaking her head at me through the phone as she told me to relax, enjoy leave and to only contact her going forward with pictures of my baby.)
I got off the phone and didn’t know what to do with myself so I figured it was time to get ready for my first day as a free woman. It’s going to involve a trip to my office to have lunch with some co-worker/friends I haven’t hung out with recently. (Before you think I’m more of a whack job than you already do – I’m going to preface this by saying I’m just parking there because it’s free parking in downtown Stamford and the easiest place to meet up with everyone.)
Seriously, what is wrong with me???
I shouldn’t have made fun of my dad so much when he retired.
Celebrating the fact that in (hopefully) less than 10 days this will actually be champagne.
As much as I:
1) Cannot wait to meet Baby Girl
2) Cannot wait to not be pregnant anymore
3) Cannot wait to eat a salami sandwich
(not always in that order….)
I’m really going to miss this special treatment status. I may have started unloading my cart in the grocery store not realizing the cashier I picked was closed. The people in front of me told me I needed to go elsewhere so I MAY have upped my superb acting ability (hey, I had a semi-large role in our 6th grade production of The Emperor’s New Clothes) and pretended that putting my food back in my cart was possibly causing me to go into labor. The sweet cashier was like, “No no no – please don’t – I’ll quickly scan your items.” I know, I suck.