Today marked the third week of life without Lauren, which means we're halfway through our six-week nanny hiatus. Months ago, Lauren was awarded a prestigious internship on a blockbuster film which is par for the course when your nanny is literally superwoman.
I
figured with the book finished I would take advantage of my
stay-at-home-momness and plan daily adventures around town. A morning
at the beach here, a library adventure there, drinking 40's of Olde E
with Archer on the stoop, etc. I figured it would be good for me to
peel myself from my computer and go on fantastic adventures with my
son, who now officially knows every animal sound there is, including
the centipede: Eeeeeaaaaeeeeeeiiiiiii! (I also had no idea that a
centipede made that noise. Did you? It kind of seems right, though.
Centipedes seem like they might of the shrieking variety. )
Unfortunately, regardless of how cute Archer has become,
er, continues to be, mama needs some good old-fashioned time to
herself. To work, sure. But also to shop for bras or whatever. (ed:
Have you ever gone bra-shopping with a two-year-old? Now THAT's a fun
outing. Especially when you have to chase a toddler out of the dressing
room and into Vicki's Secret topless. I mean, Girl's Gone Wild I am
not. No matter what other blogs claim otherwise.)
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