Ginormous Changes Around Here

Where did the last couple of years go?  Oh yeah...we moved, I got pregnant, puked until I thought my stomach would come up next, parked my ass on the couch for months and then had a baby...oh, also went without wine for 9+ months (do NOT recommend--seriously.  We almost needed couples therapy because I wasn't drinking AND I was hormonal)...

So we have some catching up to do.  First off--moving.  BB (before baby) we lived in a cute little townhouse that Dylan & Connor loved but I was frustrated with because their crap covered all of my crap.  It was time to move on.  Enter Amanda house-shopping on her own one random day (ok, ok, I was with my mom and she *might* have egged me on).  Which was followed by Amanda putting an offer on a house that day (without Dylan, but what the hell--have I told you the story of how I bought my car when he was in San Francisco?  This is obviously a pattern).  All of this ended up with us getting the house and *holy shit* moving!  Moving!!  Into a real house with a real office for Dylan to work in and a real yard (that's a whole different post).

We love our house.  For the most part.  Great neighborhood (minus the one little shitbag that lives down the street and bullies Connor.  It's a good thing I was a marooned mammal last summer otherwise I would have taken him out with a Nerf gun while he was careening around our neighborhood on his and wwwaaayyy too close to our cars for comfort).

Pregnancy.  I'll keep this one short and sweet.  It blew.  I don't remember the first three months, the second three were ok, the last three I wanted to smack myself in the face with a 2x4 and remain unconscious until labor began.  And then I wanted as many pharmaceautitals as humanly possible along with the tube in my spine to make everything pretty (and this is pretty close to what actually happened when baby came).  Baby's name is Matthew.  He's amazing.  And chubby.  And he has a big head.  But he is so awesome, he deserves a post devoted entirely to him.

AB, or, After Baby.  WTF?  Life changed.  A lot.  It's amazing how batshit crazy people can get when they are sleep-deprived.  There were times when I was waiting for some secret CIA people to drop in through my windows, accuse me of being a terrorist and start the water-boarding.  Because obviously this little newborn worked for them and was starting us out on the sleep depravation tactic.  Things have settled out.  Dylan and I no longer stare each other down like we are one move away from a full on prison escape--without the other person.

Connor is, as always, a completely entertaining and exhaustingly intelligent little boy.  Like Matthew, he deserves his own post.

So, that's it--we're settling in with both the boys, drinking wine again (and even ventured out tasting!), Dylan is still working like a dog and I'm still riding his ass everyday to get home sooner because DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND I AM GOING OUT OF MY EVER-LOVING MIND HERE?!?!?!?.  To his credit, he's done 50% better this week.  Good job babe, good job. :-)