Talking about your new baby will only cause your blog readership to plummet. I think it’s now official that I have more people reading my Twitter account than this blog. Rebrand or die. Or, wait it out. The baby talk will slowly recede. We’ll be talking MacBooks and Wii games I don’t have time or money for soon enough. (Update: Ironically, my RSS readership just hit a new all-time high this morning. Perhaps you’re all just switching? That’s OK by me and my ego. . . )
Babies can sense when you’re leaving them to go back to work and they’ll rip your shoulder off before letting you go. Or, at least, they’ll squeeze their hand’s might on your pinky finger that they can grasp. The rest is in your head.
I’m not sure I like being a housewife. It’s odd to run errands during the day and just not seeing men in any store I go to. It’s all housewives and mothers with younger children. Or, it’s the fact I work in IT where 90% is male that being back in the real world is such a shocker.
You’re going to need a bigger hard drive. I just got my new 750GB jobber. The 300GB that held my iTunes and pictures couldn’t take anymore.