Freddy vs Jason, Alien vs Predator ... Reflux vs Colic

That's right. Milla's got the colic. And I've got the hysterics.

When a Man Loves a Woman

And I mean the movie, not the sweet-ass Percy Sledge song.

So I used to wonder how moms became alcoholics. And dads. Or I guess not "how" but "why." It seems like once you have abstained from alcohol for 9 months it's pretty easy to just keep laying off the sauce. And after I had Vaughn I felt physically incapable of drinking heavily again. So I didn't really.

This time is totally different. I want to drink like a frat boy, binging like mad, and I think I can do it. I don't think my body would come out unscathed, but I don't think I would die either. I currently have about two drinks a night. Babycenter.com tells me that this could possibly impair my breastfed child's motor development, but my midwives tell me that is not so. I am going with what I want to hear here.

It's a renaissance of sorts. Yeehaw.

Baby vs Baby

So apparently Vaughn was like a dream baby and we're now experiencing something close to normalcy with baby #2, or probably even "good" baby. It's infuriating. If I had known it was going to be this hard, I swear I would have waited until Vaughn was in kindergarten. Well, it's only been 12 days ... so maybe by the end of the month I'll have things under some sort of control but right now I feel like throwing in the towel on parenting altogether.

Not to mention England and this FUCKING weather. Ugh.

Two kids might be it for us

Vaughn punched Mark in the balls yesterday and he still hasn't recovered.