Shhhhhh. The baby is sleeping. Finally. The husband had the audacity to leave our home office and get whisked away to the Big Apple on a business trip for three whole days taking my dutiful put-baby-down-for-nap  and wake-baby-up-from-nap partner, leaving me the bad guy.

This guy also took my daily dose of grown up as it’s just me and baby in the house…alone. Albeit, I am glad to take a break from our most frequent conversation topic:

Josh: Hey, his diaper needs to be changed.

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Josh: Then I want him back.

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Or, Meg’s favorite birthday cake ever. Yes, I turned 23 last week and determined to make myself a birthday cake after panicking that 1) this will be the last year I will have spare time to do so 2) I have energy to do so, err an entire week after the fact 3) wanted something different than the overkill of chocolate peanut butter cake we consume the same week and 4) the past three times I’ve made this in the last month weren’t enough, I needed more.

Usually I brush over my birthday letting someone else worry about the ins and outs of a birthday cake for someone who can be hard to please (sorry!) and have for the last three years settled with the fact that I will eat my husband’s cake as he has the audacity to have a birthday six days after mine (albeit 2 years before me). Instead I was satisfied with my sudden and fierce craving for beef lo mein (even I am blaming this one on pregnancy since, whoa, I am avid and determined to purpose-my-life-around-spreading-hatred for Chinese food. Like where did this blasphemy that tastes like the best thing I ever ate come from?).

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