What I was too tired to edit and post last night....

Okay, so here’s my new hair cut. For those of you who have known me longer than a decade you’ll recognize this as a new take on a hairstyle I wore in high school; the 90’s slanted bob with the back shaved and stacked. However, the back of my current do is “texturized” so it flips out and looks cute and kinda’ sassy. However, this cut is much more mom and much less poser skater girl. I’m good with that.

So, it’s eight o’ clock in the evening and I am beat. Thank God Normy’s in the sack and Smoochy and I can finally enjoy some quiet time together, alone with our laptops. Hey, whatever makes the marriage work.

Speaking of what works, every night we have the same bedtime routine for Norm; as we have been told over and over and OVER is the key to healthy sleep habits for your wee one. At seven or seven thirty one of us bathes him (while the other person cleans the kitchen.) and then once he is bathed we switch and whomever wasn’t doing the bathing takes over and does the lotion-ing and the PJ-ing. After the boy is clean, sweet smelling, and jammied-up he gets some night-night-boobie. At this point we put on his night-night music. No, not your classic lullabies; but rather Moby’s album 18. This haunting, melodic, and otherwise numbing album sure does the trick. Not only is it Normy’s queue that the “Blanket Show” is about to start but it also seems to have a sedative effect on me as well…can’t keep eyes open…

So much for posting.