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News Flash: Local Mom Can't Stop Taking Photos of New Baby...Story at 5

Per request! Ms. Addie was 4 weeks old yesterday. She is on the verge of a real smile and makes some awesome noises, but otherwise, not too much action. Other than the whole eat/poop/sleep/sometimes cry thing. But I have still somehow managed to take 142 photos over the past two weeks. And some video. Won't force you to look at all of that data but LOOK AT THESE.

Enjoy! Must run and clasp the tiny tyrant to my copious bosom. More on them bazookas later.

xoox, A

3 Weeks Later

Hiya folks. Apologies for the lack o' content from yr Mainiac but wow: we have a pretty good excuse. An 8 pound excuse called Adelaide Elizabeth -- who is, according to me and any other completely objective viewer, tha cutest mostest preshus little wee one ever made.  Oh my her little cheeks and her baby-smelling hair and her long skinny wrinkly little toes and her tiny perfect fingernails and her...oh she is just PERFECT you guys.  I am over the whole 'boo hoo she's so pretty boo hoo' baby blues thing and now I just want to go up to people on the street and say LOOK AT THIS BABY! LOOK AT HER!! NOW TELL ME HOW PRETTY SHE IS!!!

Normal mom stuff, right?

And while motherhood is intense and yes, rather draining, it's not quite as arduous as I was expecting (the opposite was true for labor, but more on that later). We have a bit of a routine down - I wake up with her somewhere between 5 and 6 am, feed her, roll her over to FYC (who shall henceforth be FYD for Fine Young Dad) for cuddle time. Then I pad downstairs with Floyd the dog for breakfast and relaxation until they both get up. Morning means a feeding and a walk outside, and then (if I am lucky) lunch and a nice long nap. Then some other little excursion, more boobie time, QT with my TV boyfriends Guy and Tyler, and FYD comes home. We all have supper and fussy time (mostly me) and then after a late snack, early to bed. Addie sleeps in the cradle that my brother and I both slept in as new babies.  She wakes me again at around 1 am for a night snack and then we do it all again.

Of course, now that it is written it will probably go straight down the tubes. I have heard babies are like that. Keepin me on my toes and such.

Weird things include: being able to adapt to sleeping only 3 hours at a stretch (if I am lucky), becoming a milkbar, the utter yuckiness that was me and all the ladybits after labor,  the fact that my feet swelled into tootsie rolls after Addie was born (for a good week only one pair of shoes fit), the amount of laundry a tiny person produces, the color of breastmilk poops, oh, and her occasionally explosive butt. And last but not least, the weirdest of all: how much I love this demanding, mysterious, squeaky, stinky, squalling little critter. You know she at least gets her own category.

xoxo, A

Delayed News!

Our illustrious ladyblogger A had her baby! Five days early (April 1st! not a joke) and a bit of a surprise with only a minimal amount of drama. The baby girl is adorable and the new family is very happy. I will let her tell the whole story as soon as she gets a chance.

I have been working and making dem bills and trying not to spend too much in case it all goes away a a moment's notice. Such is the life of a freelancer. Am trying to get my head around that and in most cases, it is a good thing. Like when the account people do marketing-speak and talk to me like a five year old who also happens to have a business degree. Guess what? I don't. I have two degrees in history and am very clear when I need to communicate. Speak English. Where do they learn to talk like this anyway?

My motorcycle is nearly built and its gorgeous and comfortable from what I can tell from the back seat.  (Haven't taken the motorcycle class yet and have no idea how it feels to change gears.) The Mercedes, however, died on us when we were being lazy and driving to work on Tuesday. The transmission was acting funny and then just disappeared. We got a tow off the expressway from an IDOT truck which was fascinating. He had like 17 radios in there and 3 little walkie talkie thingies. We even stopped and checked on a broken down dumptruck before we could find an exit. I think it would make a fascinating reality series. "The Deadliest Tow." Wait hopefully not that.  I felt bad having to leave motoboy with the car though, but a half day's work for me pays for the part I think we need to replace. I did a bit of googling and figured out that we might have experienced something called B2 piston failure. Which is a hell of a lot less expensive than a new transmission. So we joined AAA and had the car towed back to his street. I've ordered the part so we'll look into it some weekend soon. At least the car isn't something we *need* every day. And bike season is back upon us. I got a ride to work today on the ratbike, which not as comfortable as the CB550 or the Harley, its at least very realiable.

So now I am looking a three day weekend, and hopefully three more weeks of work. I found out my live action shoot and edit were complicated today by last minute budget realizations (come ON client - get organized!) so hopefully they can find something else for me to do.

For now, its Belgian White beer and cigs in the window. Let life take its course. And if I'm not busy soon, its off to Maine to be a good nursemaid (not wet nurse though, sorry A!) for as long as I'm needed.

Happy passover/easter/spring to you all.

E.