Should I turn the TV on again tonight? I dunno did it seem to disturb the baby’s sleep last night? I don’t remember. He’s been sleeping so badly lately that all the nights seem to bleed into each other. I don’t exactly remember if last night was particularly bad, but it surely can’t have been all that great either or I would remember it. So should I just turn it on? I guess. It does seem to keep you from freaking out totally when you wake up in the middle of the night from one of those horrendous nightmares. So that’s a yes then? Turn the TV on tonight? Yes, absolutely. Let’s do it.

Sadly, this was not, in fact, a conversation I had with my husband tonight. It was a conversation I just had with myself. And, yes, clearly I am asking myself my opinion because, erm, I don’t know. Apparently, I don’t already know it. Or something. Perhaps I’ve just done gone crazy.

Hurry. Please send help. I need Adult Conversation. And, apparently, my mommy.

My babies always smell so yummy. I’d like to think it’s their natural, breast-fed aroma, but it’s also because I have always used Johnson & Johnson lavender scented bash wash and baby lotion. I love that stuff. I’ve just always thought it added to Baby One’s delicious smelling neck and wasn’t covering up a rank scent. I’m starting to realize, however, that the Baby One has some pretty funky body odor.

The boys take a bath every other day. Unless something really dirty (like playing in the mud or sweaty soccer) happens, this seems to be the right schedule. Baby One generally sleeps in footie pajamas because I like to keep the A/C kinda low to snuggle into my covers. So, footie pajamas it is. But! He sweats! And, boy, does he really sweat. I usually have to change his jammies at least once each night because the poor kid is sopping wet. He doesn’t have any covers, no blankets, nothing. And! The sheets reek! I mean, EW. They have to be changed every other day, at least, or they start to get really rank.

Well, the sheets didn’t get changed this weekend and they didn’t get changed today. Just now, I was lying in bed, nursing, and I kept smelling something. I kept checking myself for any offensive flavors, but there were none to be found. On my body at least. The sheets, right below my sweet baby’s head, were ripe with the tang of some nastay B.O. My baby! My perfect, darling, delightful, little boy is stinky! I wonder if Johnson & Johnson makes Baby Deodorant because I think we need some.

3/365

• The fact that Lego kits come with instruction manuals, so I can put these damn Lego cars together.
• Sunset bike rides with the boys.
• The smell of freshly washed hair.
• Philosophy Amazing Grace fragrance. Because it’s always good to smell what you’d like to have (perhaps Eau de Patience, Double Tall Iced Caramel Machiatto or Chocolate Shake perfume to go along with this theme) (Also? What’s with all the food fragrances?).
• Telephone conversations with my Beloved. We’re less likely to strangle one another if we get mad at each other because we can always just hang up the phone.

Every year when Christmas rolls around, I crave those wintery nights when it gets dark early and it’s so cold I can light a fire in the fireplace. Then I want to curl up on the couch beside this imaginary, roaring fire with a good book and a glass of red wine. When this yearning hits, I really realize I’m an alcoholic because 1. I don’t have a fireplace, 2. I live in Florida, 3. I’ve never even sat besides a fire drinking wine, and 3. I’ve never actually had a casual glass of red wine ever. Awesome.

Mr. I-Won’t-Nap-Without-Being-In-Mommy’s-Arms just fell asleep. In the interest of wanting to spend a little time on the computer, I decided I’m not fighting the Battle to Put Him Down today. I’ll just hold him while he naps and catch up on the blogs in my Google Reader. My husband’s friend walks in to relate something. I can’t remember what because I kept wondering why she wouldn’t LOOK ME IN THE FACE. Is something hanging out of my nose? Is there pen on my face? Oh, wait! My nursing tank top is unhooked and my boob is totally exposed. Awesome.

My hand? Is incredibly numb from faling asleep while it was propping up my whole head. Ouch. Pins & Needles.