Lately I feel less like a writer and more like a short-order cook. I’ve got a Twitterized attention span for writing. I’ve got Twitterized thoughts pulsing through my mind. These probably could all be post topics, but…

One sentence paragraphs.

That’s all I’ve got in me.

How is it that I’ve got one week worth of blouses for me, and six months worth of shirts for the baby?
I think it has something to do with the fact that he’s a lot cuter in his new and hand-me-down clothes.

I took the baby and spent a week with the in-laws. It was so nice to not be the only “mom” on duty for a few days. It was nice to have a mommy of my own for a change.

I spent a week not watching t.v. Yay for me! Seriously. This is a Big. Accomplishment.

I go back to work this week. I’m dreading it now, but I’ll enjoy it when I’m there.

How on earth is the baby already 11 months old? How? H.O.W? Seriously? I’ve missed a whole year of my/his life from depression.

Suck.

I watched an infomercial for Your Baby Can Read (if you buy $200 videos and flash cards). I feel like an inadequet parent.

I’m trying to figure out what PBS programs to Tivo to compensate. I’m unimpressed with Baby Einstein.

Dear Ducky, You’re almost walking. You’re all over the place. I can’t believe your first birthday is in weeks!

My darling boy, you have an unnatural relationship with the T.V. remote. Not the DVD remote or any of the half dozen remotes we never use. THE T.V. remote. You’ve figured out how to work Tivo. Makes me wonder what else you’ve learned that we don’t know about yet.

Would you kindly stop crying so I can finish a post? No? Okay then.