Whine: I forgot how little nursing mothers accomplish. Trapped forever in my little angel’s three-hour loop of feed,burp,feed,change,feed,burp,get overtired and scream,sleep,start again. Where exactly does my lunch break fit in?
Cheese: If I ever did get to eat lunch, I would burn off those calories in a heartbeat. Being conceirge to a starving newborn has its perks, I guess.
There are some new readers coming around, so I figured a quick introduction of the major players here at A Little Whine and Cheese might be in order. I was going to do the intro then write a really funny post for those of you for whom this is old news, but, well, you read my whine, so this is all you’re going to get. At least there are some cute pictures to look at. (And if you’re just craving more info, like I’m sure you are, just click the highlighted links to my archives to read further on each character.)
Mommy: That’s me. Thirty-three year old “retired” school teacher. Decided to start blogging as a way to prove that it’s them and not me that are crazy, but spend most of my time discussing the bathroom habits of my family members. Mother to a brood of semi-domesticated raccoons, er, children. Married for almost ten years to Mr. Dad, the consummate Texas dude.
Mr. Dad: My best bud. Plays the role of sane and stable one (read: immovable like granite) in the house, as opposed to mine as the dynamic and energetic one (read: volatile and exhausting). He likes sports so much, I’ve formed a Sports Widows Support Group. Will also be the first to tell you very proudly that Texas is the only state in the union that was once it’s own country. (I told you he was a Texas dude.)
Big Sis: My VERY curious four-and-a-half year old. This child is crazy as all get out. Enjoys “inventing” things at the expense of my carpet, counters and couch cushions. Rarely plays with toys as they are designed, finding that today’s toy companies are completely lame and without imagination.
Lil’ Sis: My fiesty little two-year-old. Alternately sweet/sensitive/tender and opinionated/independent/dramatic, we are entirely out of our league with her. She spends a lot of time following Big Sis around and trying to smother Brother Bear with snot-laced kisses.
Brother Bear: The boy. Three weeks old today. Very sweet, but seems to think that awake=hungry=feed me now, lady. I find his exceedingly long legs a lot more tolerable now that he is not stretching them inside my belly.
That’s the family in a NUTshell. If you’re new around here, thanks for stopping by, feel free to leave a comment, I’ll be around the blogging block to visit you (hungry baby permitting). And if you’re one of those who’s read me for a while or known me since birth (hi, mom!), thanks for reading a bunch of stuff you already know. Well, that’s all for now, I gotta go burn some more calories.