me = moron

While I was perusing the news this morning...

Chandler to be home of Valley's first cricket fields

I was like, huh? Why the hell would we want a field full of noisy insects in the local park? After clicking on the link and reading the article, though, I realized, oh, duh, the sport.

Yeah, this is what lack of sleep and a sick kid will do to you.

The ants go marching two by two

The invasion continues. I was bit three times this morning on my right arm. This is not a good thing, considering I'm extremely allergic to ants. Seriously, the bites swell in to these lovely, quarter-sized welts. But we're trying to win the battle. It looks like there was a massacre on the floor of our room from doing the Mexican Ant Dance. Brien has put down poison outside. I need to get up off my lazy ass and strip the bed, but I'm too busy crushin' on Mr. Noodle. I'm not ashamed to admit that I love that guy. However, I hate Elmo. I know "hate" is a strong word, but that furry dude drives me batshit insane.

Kathryn is feeling much better. We made a visit to the pediatrician yesterday. I was really worried that she had an ear infection, but she's just got some nasty post nasal drip and a sore throat. So, after a heatlhy dose of decongestant, she slept through the night and I got to watch an episode of Big Love. Score! Although, I'm still only in the first season. We're too poor to actually have a subscription to HBO.

All right, the Elmo/Andrea Bocelli duet is motivating me to get up and wash my sheets.

FUN!

Fun is being up until 11:30 with a congested baby, then sleeping maybe an hour all night because every time she makes a noise, you run in to make sure she's still breathing. Finally, around 5, you just decide to sleep next to her bed and she wakes up half an hour later.

Also fun, an ant invasion in your bedroom after not sleeping all night. Ants on the floor, ants in the bed, ants in my pants, ants crawling out of the laptop and I'm almost positive an ant crawled up my nose.

Ugh.

'cos it feels so empty without me

Guess who's back, back again. The Yak is back. Tell a friend. Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back...

I'm definitely no Slim Shady, but I'm trying to get this thing back up and running, considering a number of people have mentioned how much they miss my random, rambling posts about absolutely nothing. But hey, maybe I'll have more interesting things to write about now that I have a daughter. Like the fact that she's been sleeping a solid 10-12 hours at night for the past six months, but as of last night she was like, hey, one o'clock in the morning seems like the perfect time to wake up and give mommy hell for 2 1/2 hours. GOOD FREAKIN' TIMES, let me tell you. I blame the separation anxiety, teething, trying-to-crawl, growth-spurt stage she's going through at the moment.

Ehhh, perhaps I won't have more interesting things to write about. I'll try. Really, I will. Just bear with me and I promise I'll pump out something extraordinary soon. You know, after I get a nice, solid, eight hour stretch of sleep again.

Pass the coffee, please.