This is me.  This is my baby.  And this is my blog.  Never thought I'd be doing this, but since she's here and all and I have some time on my hands...

 

 

 

She's a pretty good baby.  And I have it pretty easy as far as infants go.  But let's face it.  This is tough.  I'm 39 years old.  I've been doing my own thing for a long time now. 

 

Enter Charlotte.  And she's not gonna cramp my style.

 

I know a couple moms who have blogs.  It's all pictures of apple-cheeked, perfect Aryan specimens, all gathered around a perfectly made-up and impossibly slim woman who looks like she just slept 10 hours on a bed of baby rabbits.  And the text reads something like, "Today we made blueberry muffins - so fun!"  And the comments read like, "Oh, you're such a good mom!  The kids look so happy and you've obviously got it all together!"

 

Not so much around here.  Case in point, the picture above.  Charlotte cries and I smile.  Sometimes that's just the way it is. 

 

This blog will chronicle, with honesty that is sometimes stark and raw and send all my childless friends heading for the hills, the real goods about what goes on around here.  Because it's not all rainbows and lollipops.  And no blueberry muffins either.  Cause I've still got about 20 pounds of baby weight to lose.

 

And double chins only look good on babies...

 

So stay tuned for semi-regular updates from an old first-time mom struggling with hormones, self-doubt and the challenges that go along with fitting this new little person into an already well-established life. 

 

Sound like fun?  Yeah.  Welcome to my world.