Two spouses and two felines

Before there was a daughter, and even before there was a Momma, there was someone living with me who still remains, Tapete, our cat.

I had always been a dog person; dogs are reliable, dependable, messy, loyal and what pets "should" be, aren't they? Cats seemed shifty, angry, aloof, dettached, and generally incapable of love. Also, they aren't dogs.

I had already moved in to our apartment by myself, before Momma moved in a few months later after our wedding. It was mostly empty and I spent a good deal of my time by myself. Momma told me her sister had rescued a cat, and really couldn't keep it. We spent an afternoon together, and after getting along well with the little fella, we agreed we (me) would give him shelter until Momma's sis could keep it. She named him Tapete, the spanish word for rug and along he came with me.

I never had the sole responsibility of taking care of a living creature before, sure I used to babysit my nephews, but I was mostly another playmate and if something ever went bad, I could just turn to my brothers for help. also, being that I'm a the youngest of five, I was usually the one being looked after.

That first night... I don't know how exactly, but I just knew what to do and say to him at all times. I took him to the sandbox, showed him his food bowl, taught him to only scratch on his scratcher, found a comfy way for him to sleep on my lap, and he snuggled between my legs when we went to bed. The next morning I woke up to the feeling of a sticky wet thing licking on my face. It was him.

So we bonded in a way I had never bonded with a pet before. I had plenty of dogs growing up and I liked them, but never like this. I also became a cat person.

A couple of months later, Momma and I got married and it was a bit of a struggle the first few days, because the cat was jealous and mad at this new person who had moved in and taken most of my attention and space. Luckily, over time, Momma fell in love with him too, and somewhat begrudgingly, Tapete bonded with her too. (Even if at the moment, Momma is trying to keep him from sitting on her keyboard as she tries to study.)

Tapete grew up as a part of our family, and we both learned to take care of another living thing. We were that family with a cat that is like a son. We were cat people of the almost worse kind. (We never dressed him up. Though we tried.)

We became obsessed with cats, their behaviors and their species. We scoured on youtube for videos of cats, and not too long after, we found this video. That cat seemed impossible to us, it was like something out of a cartoon! We found out it was a real race called Scottish Fold, and that were nearly impossible to find in our area.

About a year later, Tapete got sick with a strange cough and our regular vet was away on vacation. A panicked search through the yellow pages led us to a duo of vets who made house calls. Tapete got better, but our conversations with them led us to finding out they were true cat lovers and breeders of all sorts of cat varieties. Right away, we mentioned that our dream was having a Scottish Fold cat, and they told us they owned a female.

Momma and I went on with married life, and during a vacation trip, we decided it might be time to start thinking about children. We were ready, or as ready as we were going to be. During that trip, the vets wrote to me to say that the female Scottish Fold had given birth to a litter, and that they had immediately thought about us for one of the kittens.

A baby and two cats? Don't they say they don't mix? That cats are harmful for babies? Well, we had done our research from the moment Tapete came home, and we discovered that indoors cats rarely spread diseases, that as long as she stayed away from the kitty litter, she would be fine, and the eventual baby would be, too. So we knew there'd be no problem. After all, humans domesticated animals sometime around 8, 000 B.C., and babies had grown up around them ever since. When did it become a thing to get rid of animals to make room for babies, anyway?

We visisted the little fella first, before we decided to take him home with us. He was the most beautiful ball of hair I had ever seen. You see things these cute in movies, or in cat movies on youtube, but this one was in my arms, about to be part of my family. This time, it was our turn to name him, and while the name suits his colors, we always thought of him as our little pumpkin pie, and so we called him Pie, even before seeing him.

The process of having a new kitten at home took some getting used to for our Tapete, who hadn't seen another four legged mammal, let alone another cat, and the process took a few days before he even let him be in the same room with him. Eventually, as all the websites and experts told us, the little one started to follow the big one along and the big one eventually let him. It was a nice thing to see, how the bond of feline love grew between them.

All the while, we were trying to get pregnant.

Little Pie had grown into a 6 month old cat that needed to be neutered, cuz we are responsible cat owners, you know? Momma had been feeling a bit queasy and lightheaded, but we had to take Pie to the vet, and well, other concerns had to be put in the backburner. When we were at the vet, I took Pie in his little cage, while Momma went to run some errands. Pie had to stay in for a few hours and I met Momma back in the car. She had a bag with something in it, it was a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test. We were having a baby!

Next time: Two Cats and a Baby!

A Home is not a Home....

THIS IS BULLSHIT

When it`s time for Home Office with a "sick" toddler to take care of. How did I end up like this you ask? Well, it all began on Sunday when Pappa,me and my father took the baby to Disney On Ice: Princess Edition. It's not called that but it should because it's all about the princesses. My daughter is only into Rapunzel but she loved the show anyway. She loved it and ate popcorn like there was no tomorrow. Once the show was over we went for lunch and she ate some spaghetti and ice-cream. When We got home she had more popcorn (left from the show) and dinner. She over ate and I was waiting for a night full of vomit and screams, but it never came. 

On Monday me and Pappa went to pick Emilia up from daycare and she came out dressed with a completely different outfit from the one she was wearing that morning. The teacher told us that she had thrown up and they had changed her. I knew she had thrown up because of the over eating from the weekend; it had happened before: she ate like a pig and she would throw up, she'd scream and cry and then forget everything and go on with her life like always.

This time things were not like that. We came home and she threw up again, she was whiny and lethargic. She had a fever, a fever that wasn't too high but refused to go down so, on Tuesday, she stayed home just in case the fever would be back. 

The fever never, ever showed it's face again. I was happy but then.....Emilia realized she had skipped school and momma and pappa were home all for herself. She was like a wild animal, screaming, throwing things around the TV room, throwing fits, asking us to play with her. All that while we both had very urgent and important work to do.

I had to finish a stupid excel report for my boss (who is my father by the way) and it was HUGE!!!!! Worst thing was that 1.- I do not know one thing about using Excel. I'm a beginner and formulas and shit are not on my resume yet. 

2.- I had no idea what all the data I was gathering was all about. It was somebody else's report and I was doing it for reasons that are too long to explain to even bother. 

I spent the whole day doing that horrible thing with a screaming baby and a Pappa that had a crisis of his own. The server in which the office software and system are connected suddenly got disconnected. Why? No one knew, all he knew is that he had at least 30 people on an office not working because system was down. 

So, we left the baby by herself, she was no longer throwing up and we had purchased her a new DVD (Alvin and the Chipmunks), she was supposed to be all set, but she wasn't she had one of the worst days of her life when it comes to temper and tantrums and being needy and hunger. I only got off my computer for two things: Make some soup for the baby and Going to my nutriologist appointment where, by the way, was told I gained 1 pound. 

Pappa and Momma did not eat shit until 6 pm (like 2 chicken wings each) and I did not finish my report until 7 at night, a little after Pappa and the baby took a shower to calm her down (it did not work, in case you were wondering) I finished, sent it to the boss and I finally lay down in bed while an all wet baby jumped on my stomach waiting for sleepyness to arrive (it didn't we had to take her to her crib while she was awake and screaming).

Pappa never solved his problem and all defeated sat down in front of the computer while he hoped that Dell techs in Texas had enough abilities to solve the problem before today. They didn't, in case you were wondering, it was solved until noon today. 

Anyway, while I laid in bed getting all caught up with my gossip of the day, royal baby and Amanda Bynes break down, I had The Big Bang Theory as background noise to keep me company. After a long day, where I realized how horribly bad I am at Excel and spread sheets, where my daughter was in time out 3 times, and 3 times grounded with no TV (she is not even 2!!!!!!!!) the fact that Penny was taking a History course on Pasadena's Community College caught my attention. I miss school, I really do.

I've said countless times that if I could I would go back to school in a heartbeat. I've wanted to certified myself as an English (language) teacher for a while because that requires studying and it's affordable but I've also said that I would love to go for another major or masters degree but I can not afford it, money and time wise. 

So, when I looked at Penny, being able to walk into a community college and take a course I felt a pang of jelousy, I was jelous of Penny of The Big Bang Theory. The day had really gotten to me but not enought to break me. I got online to find free online courses and to make the story short: Momma is getting a major on English Literature!!!

I am going back to school (not in real space, school) and Pappa was so inspired by my excitement that he enrolled and is getting a History major. Today we began our first classes and it seems to do wonders for both of us. 

In the end a bad day did not kill that spark in me, that spark that every now and then screams at me that I need to learn new stuff, that I need to study, that I need to be creative. HOME OFFICE DID NOT KILL MY LEARNING SPARK!!!!!!! 

OH YEAH!!!!!!!!!

I'll keep you posted because what I studied today was really hard!!!!!!! 

Until Next Time

-Nighttime Momma

Papa and Mama's disappearing act.

Food. Eating. Lots.

Among the things the Momma and I consider to be "entertainment", food holds a very strong hold and place in the hierarchy.

Eating has always been on par with Academy Award winning movies, or best selling novels or the most downloaded casual game for the iPhone.

We both discovered later in our lives, after getting married, that our passion for eating could translate into a passion for cooking.

Momma became the cake and cupcake and pasta lady and I was the breakfast and meat and fish guy. We were foodies, but not very discriminating ones; a bag of Cheetos were held in the same esteem as the finest south american cuts of meat.

And we, obviously, were very happy. We had worked hard to be able to eat whatever we wanted, when we wanted and as much as we wanted.

Until it caught up with us.

Earlier this year, Momma had a health scare with an upwards spike in her glucose and deterioration of her pancreas, resulting in a condition that could lead quite easily and rapidly to diabetes.

So, well, the eating stopped.

Not only for her, but for me too. I wasn't going to let her walk into a healthy lifestyle without joining her, and after a good long look in the mirror, Poppa realized and decided that, if we want Emilia to have a set of two parents for as long as possible, that I needed to change too.

Now for the past six weeks, we've followed a doctor approved diet and lifestyle change: it doesn't involve eating only lettuce and being sad, but it's a process of learning to eating healthily, and we're both very happy and feeling well. We have lost something close to 32 lbs. between the two of us, and we look and feel better, sleep better, and get no heartburn at all. Imagine that!

As for the fun part, well, being in this process with Momma, both of us picking new foods, thinking healthily and restraining ourselves instead of indulging our whims, has bought us closer together, as a couple and as a family. No amount of lettuce is going to turn that into something sad.

8 to 10 words

That's all the words I've ever heard from my 23 month old daughter. One of them is not mom, not even "ma". She calls me "pi" "pe" or "come". I've heard "grape" "yes" "no" and several other things that have to do with food mostly. Her favorite form of communication is screaming random vowels at the top of her lungs while she expects us to read her mind, I'm sad to inform you that it usually works for her.

I've been wondering for a while why no one at daycare have said anything about it. She is old enough to be at least refering to things by it's name, but that day has not come. They say she is doing great, no longer crying for every little stupid thing, going out to the playground with other kids, sharing toys and even making friends. She is loved and known by everyone at daycare. She even comes home with dolls and clothing that are gifts from her teachers. 

I always thought that she had managed to charm everyone with her peculiar dances and humming of every single song she listens to. But no..it is not her charm what have gotten her out of the "why is she not talking" problem, it was the fact the she actually SPEAKS when she is at school! How do I know this? Well, let me tell you the story of how we learn this tiny detail.

On Thursday my mother picked her up from daycare and my daughter's teacher asked her " How does she call you? Grandma, Grannie?" My mother looked at her and laughed saying "She doesn't call me anything. She doesn't speak" The teacher said "Emilia speaks a lot! She says everything from soup to doll!" 

Needless to say, my mother called me up and said to me this wonderful news. Papa said he felt betrayed and swore that he would get out of her at least one new word by the end of the evening. Once we picked her up from Grandma's Papa had no success at all. Emilia did not speak any other words besides the ones that have to do with food. 

We thought that maybe, just maybe, Grandma was over reacting and decided that we would ask at school next day while dropping her off. We did. We received wonderful news. She does speak. She even calls her friends by their names. I mean she is not giving out speeches in class or anything but she does communicate. Papa still feels betrayed.

Me? I do not feel betrayed, I know we enable her every need, besides, I'd gotten wonderful news by my doctor confirming that my pancreas is finally working the way it should have for a long time and I was no longer at risk of dying. So I thought, well I'm "Pi" or "Pe" but at least I'm something and maybe being healthy I will be able to get some more words out of her. 

Today we got to hear "quesadilla" that sounded something like "quilla" and she does count from 1 to 5 both in english and spanish. I'm ok with that, as long as one day I get to hear the word "Mom" I'm alright with that.

Although.... I've done my research online and I only seem to get mom's talking about their children speaking at home but not at school. Does anyone out there has a case similar to mine? Is my child the only one trying to drive her parents nuts by screaming random vowels while at school she's all Miss Talkative? Help?

Until Next Time

- Nighttime Momma.

Doctor and Papa

I am a geek. As you know, that usually means a deep love bordering on the obsessive of many many things. I certainly grew up on Star Wars and Friends and Quantum Leap and Pulp Fiction and Kubrick and bits of everything, most of which deserve their own entries, but my main crack was comics. Mostly superhero comics, a topic that will definitely get its own entry.

It's funny how some things you enjoy float on an orbit nearby others, close but far enough to miss them. (While I love Star Wars, I never came close to Star Trek.)

On Pinterest, if you are a geek, you get assaulted by a million pins about shows or books or movies you never gave a chance to, but the love their fans profess make you want to give them a chance.

And for me, that one thing I gave the chance to was Doctor Who.

I knew about it and of it, how the British grew up on it, how they were all scared as children, peculiar special effects and I remember visiting my comic book store and looking at a cover of the Marvel UK comic, a non superpowered funny man with a long scarf and lots of hair running towards the reader.

My thoughts? No superpowers? No costume? No thanks.

From what I could tell from Pinterest, the show had been on hiatus for a long time, and you didn't need to know much about the backstory from the almost 50 year history of the character.

So I went to my drug dealer of choice( Netflix), and, one night when the kid had fallen asleep and so had the momma, I sat down and watched the first episode, the aptly named "Rose."

This was some ramdom night in November. Today, it's July, and Papa can tell you, not only did I grow up on geekstuffs, but also on videogames, and Shakespeare and Jack London and Hitchcock and Lost and I thought I knew it all, but the thing is, Doctor Who has become my favorite fictional character of all time.

The concept is truly simple and brilliant, this humanlike alien travels through all of time and space, speaking in a British accent, having adventures with an audience proxy, usually a girl, who serves as his companion and friend.

In a matter of a few episodes, I had become as excited and as giddy as I hadn't been by the discovery of anything new since I first discovered the X-Men twenty two years ago, when I was thirteen. Here was a character of high whimsy, smart, brilliant, caring, moral, to whom no one was unimportant. Unlike any hero I had ever followed before, the Doctor's might lies not in his fists or in his ammunition, but in his intentions: everyone must live.

Without having to rely on weapons or on point-and-click powers or punchy moves, the BBC and the show's caretakers created the ultimate superhero: orphaned, lost, damaged, but rebellious enough to see the beauty and value in all of creation. Not to mention that ever since the days of Marty McFly and Quantum Leap, time travel has been one of my favorite storytelling devices.

I decided not to watch too many episodes at a time, instead just watching one or two. A month and a half had gone by, and I was bursting at the seams with fandom; my every other thought was a theory from the episode I watched the night before, and I just had to share it. 

The one person I want to share anything with is with Momma, and I was all excited and jumpy like a two year old: "YOU NEED TO WATCH THIS WITH ME."  I made her a Harry Potter fan, a Marvel fan, I made her watch Star Wars with me, I knew she would love it too.

I'm happy to report that she probably loves it more.

I'll let her explain how the show changed her, but I had no idea a sci fi show could bring a couple so close together, or make them hold hands and bring out tissue paper so often!

So, yes, I am, we are, once the kid's been put to bed, Whovians.

Till next time,

-Poppa.

When Your Life Translates Into Pins.....

Sooooooooooo Pinterest and Doctor Who were Papa's inspiration for last entry. I guess if there's something you should know about him, about us really, is that we Pin and are Whovians. Right now I won't go into a lot of detail about being a Whovian, it is al new and crazy and it hurts and I cry too much and then there's David Tennant and THEN there's Matt Smith, who I thought I'd hate but then I kinda liked him and then the other day I thought "Sexy" when I saw him and then yelled at myself "NO! STOP IT, HE IS LEAVING" and then there's Moffat and then............TEARS!!!!!!!!!! 

So no, not Doctor Who right now but I am happy to talk about Pinterest! Pins! That's happy (Unless I am pinning about  Doctor Who that's when pinning becomes something else). I have a very particular taste whenn it comes to Pinterest. 

As I said last time I was in control of the Blog, I am not a DIY (Do it yourself, in case you live under a rock and did not know that), let's bake and make up summer activities kind of mom. So, you won't find DIY boards on my Pinterest. 

However you will find these boards:

Books Worth Reading where you will find pins like this

I LOVE MYSELF SOME GREAT BOOK BOYFRIEND!!!

BUT YOU WILL ALSO FIND INTERESTING BOOKS
(it's not all about hot men, sometimes it is)

My Life . Where you will find everything that describes me or I like too much to take it personally or part of my personality. And you will find things like this:

BECAUSE I'M BILINGUAL PEOPLE!!!!

AND BECAUSE I'M, SOMETIMES, AN INTOLERANT BITCH.

Favorite Recipes. In here you will find recipes that are quick and easy. No standing long hours in front of the stove when I could be glued to Netflix. You will find things like this:

SOME ARE HEALTHY BECAUSE OF A TINY DETAILTHAT I  HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF.
(Metabolic Syndrome)

BUT SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO PIG OUT AND I PIN ABOUT IT
 (and sometimes i DO something about it)

Favorite Shows. Where you will find the shows that I love. One thing though, I only pin shows that I LOOVE. Do not pin a show that sort of like and it's ok as a background noise while I read. NO. Just shows that I Love.

You`ll find this:

IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHERE THIS IS FROM THEN YOU SHOULD, IMMEDIATLY, GOOGLE YELLOW UMBRELLA (seriously)

I CANT GET ENOUGHT OF NICK MILLER AND SCHMIDT.

Books I want to read. A small list of the books I want to read ( We'll discuss Goodreads some other time). 

You'll find: 

BECAUSE I LOVE ME SOME SEQUEL TO A GREAT BOOK BOYFRIEND.

BECAUSE I'M NOT A PERFECT MOM AND I LOVE READING
ABOUT MOM'S THAT EMBRACE THAT.

Humor. Everything that makes me laugh. 

THIS PIN THAT HAS MADE ME LAUGH IN MORE THAN 10 OCASSIONS.
MAYBE TOO MUCH.

BECAUSE, REALLY, ONE'S LIFE SOMETIMES HAS GOT TO BE TAKEN
AS A BIG ASS JOKE

My Fifty. This should be embarassing, but it's not. I'm in love with Fifty Shades of Grey's Christian Grey. I am and I will not have any other man portraying him in the movie BUT Matt Bomer. I am obsessed with Matt Bomer. Matt Bomer IS Christian Grey.

JUST LOOK AT HIM.
 MY CHRISTIAN GREY

TRUE STORY. PAPA DOES NOT MIND CHRISTIAN GREY OR MATT BOMER.
HE PINS ME PICTURES OF HIM

Movies. Because, like you've noticed, I watch tv and movies. 

You'll find: 

BECAUSE IT IS MY FAVORITE MOVIE OF ALL TIMES.

BECAUSE I LOVE HUMOR. I LOVE LAUGHING AT MOVIES.
IT IS AMAZING

Random things I like. Things that caught my attention and I do not have a board for them.

Like:

ISN'T THAT SOMETHING AMAZING AND RANDOM?

HE CAUGHT MY ATTENTION AND I DO NOT HAVE
 A MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER BOARD (I should)

Ideas. Mostly things to do with my nails and hair. Example: 

BECAUSE I HAVE MY NAILS DONE ONCE A MONTH.

BECAUSE I DID SAY ON MY FIRST ENTRY THAT I USUALLY TRY
TO TAME MY HAIR INTO SOMETHING NICE.

For Emilia. A board where I pin all sorts of cartoon images that will help me calm down the baby (toddler) when in a public place. See:

SHE LOVES KITTY 

AND HER HERO IS POCOYO.

And finally.....Watch Doctor Who they said, it will be fun the said...... Yes you guessed it. Everything that has to do with The Doctor.

THAT'S TRUE. IT IS NEEDED.

AS I POST THIS I SHED A TEAR.

And that's that my Pinterest a place where, really, you could get to know almost everything about my personality. You are invited to dig in, leave a happy note, re pin, follow and share obsessions. In the end that's what pinterest is all about. 

It's time for me to leave because, as oppose as doing this at night when baby (toddler) is in bed, I am doing it at work so.... NOT GOOD. 

Until Next Time

-Nighttime Momma

The Poppa pins

The baby is not asleep right now, or maybe she is, I don't know. She is at daycare, and I'm at the office where I work with the momma, and while I figure out something I need for work, I thought I might come here and explain a bit what I do during these trying times of what we'll call "windows of procastination".

It's a thing, not a monster, an all consuming beastly black hole called Pinterest.

After writing that word down, I was compelled to go to the site and pin a little. It shouldn't be quite that big of a draw, should it? You're simply looking and sharing images and videos from the internet with others. The thing is, that unlike facebook, there is very little sharing of who you are, but insharing what you like and enjoy and find funny, you're opening up way more about who you are. Deep down, your board dedicated to Pretty Little Liars says more about who you are than a vague status update about the state of your teeth and heart, the way you post on facebook.

I like it how it's kinda like a daydream that you keep updating; what to wear, what to watch, what to wear, a cat in a funny cat, and even what to drink and eat. And it's social too, you allow people to fill your imagination with visuals, so you can make little movies inside your head: if I could bake this, buy this dress, use this digital fungus remover...

And every now and then, you find yourself with the absolute need and desire to try something you found on a board, just calling out to you, tryyyyyy meeeeee, baaakeeee meeeee, waaaatch meeeeeeeee. (Other things yell doooo meeee, but I didn't want to give the wrong impression.) For some, it's a recipve for the perfect enchilada, or to knit the perfect hat, or to watch this wonderful indie movie, and then you go and do that, and make an absolute mess, or it might end up changing your life forever.

That's what Pinterest did to me, by inviting me to finally give a chance to something that's been lurking and hovering over my life forever.

Doctor Who.

So when the kid's not asleep...

Blogging, like every other branch of literature, needs its time and place. Or, at the very least, it requires two hands to be done. While I prepare a new entry for this blog and the momma works on hers, the kid sits in front of us, being adorable and demanding.

Our strategy? A portable DVD and a bunch of (obviously) very education-enriched movies. Now she is at peace, safe, and I have time for one more round of candy crush saga.

-Nighttime Papa

This is the Momma

I could not think of a better entry title so there, to avoid confussion I thought letting everyone know who was writting from the very beginning would be easy.

Before introducing myself I want to make something clear: I HAVE NEVER, EVER DROPPED THE BABY (TODDLER). She fell off the bed once because we looked away for a moment and at her 5 months she rolled her self off the bed and fell on a fluffy pair of boots that prevent her head from bumping on the floor. Other than that, Papa is right, all the times she's fallen down all  by herself do not count. Unless, of course, you count that one time ( like a month ago) when I dropped a doll box (with the doll inside) at Wal Mart  on her face and bought her a My Little Pony stuffed animal AND the doll out of guilt. 

Having said that, and now that my reputation has been restored, it's time for you to know a bit about me.

I'm a working mom. A hard working mom and that could be everything some people may need to know to get me all figured out. 

Some people may think I look like this:

Some people may think I look like this:

When in reality I look like something like this:

MINUS THE FLAT STOMACH

Really, I'm a pretty relaxed mom I go to work wearing jeans and never wear heels. I do wear make up and try to tame my hair into something nice, I wear glasses and all I really want to do once the baby (toddler) is in bed is get glued to the TV or my Kindle. I am relaxed and sometimes my house is a mess, sometimes the baby did not get a bath and most days she has dinner in front of the TV like a farm animal. But all of that is what makes this family work. We relax and let things flow. 

But really, at the end of the baby's day, all we want, the three of us, is lay down in bed, listen to some baby music and spend the last minutes of her day watching her laugh and dose off into blissful sleep. OR NOT. Sometimes we just take her to her crib because she just won't stop jumping on my non- flat stomach

BUT WE CAN NOT MISS OUR SHOWS, WE CAN NOT MISS OUR DAILY GOSSIP READING AND MOST OF ALL WE CAN NOT STOP LAUGHING OUR ASSES OFF ( yes Momma has a potty mouth) AT STUPID VIDEOS OR PEOPLE FALLING DOWN.

We are we and we thought being us would be interesting to someone out there who shares an obsession for Netflix and good books. 

Now, I gotta go the baby is patting my arm as a way of rocking herself to sleep and I am afraid the computer light is not helping her during that process.

Until Next Time.

-Nighttime Momma

Kid's asleep, time for Netflix.

Hello, social world. This is a blog. Testing, testing.

This blog is meant to be an adventure and an outlet, for myself and my loving wife, all about the many wonderful things that keep us amused and entertained while our kid is not around. (Upon the wife's insistance, I've been asked to clarify that we are wonderful parents. We are. We've only dropped her, like, twice. Well, three times, but if she fell off on her own doesn't count is what I've always said.)

So where to begin? Whaere do we lose ourselves? What keeps us busy and entertained once Dora the Explorer has been mercifully put on mute for the night? I've been thinking about starting this joint adventure with the wife by posting a long good rant about the healing properties of gazing into the steely eyes of Benedict Cumberbatch, but that's not only a terrible welcome message, it's creepy and this isn't Tumblr.

So, here's where we will post that amuse, entertain, engage or purposefully make us sad after we put the baby (toddler) to bed. I would guess that plenty of times, we'll talk about her. Technology fumbles, political non rants, vaccine shots, noisy neighbors and squeaky door handles might make their way onto these pages. Maybe a cat or two. Plus, tips on how to keep your hobbies while your kid hovers, trying to steal your brushes and scrapbook glue.

So welcome!

Next time from me: on pinterest. sweet sweet pinterest.

Next time from the momma: momma stuff.

night time papa