I give up.

I am completely aware that when bloggers begin posting photos of their actual dirty laundry, things are no bueno.  As in, their supply of  blog fodder is utterly depleted.

However, in my case, it has become one of the many reasons for my absence here.

I have hard evidence that T-shirts and socks reproduce like rabbits.

Anyhow, it is all coming back to me now.  Things such as why I did not have a blog when Babisodes was a new baby.  Or why I had to take at least 6 weeks off from work after having Babisodes. I am a walking zombie at this point.

I mean, I could not imagine administering medications to patients.   Not without the likelihood of killing someone.

In all honesty, I have been working on a blog post for over a week now.  I began writing it the day my mom and grandmother left to go back to Florida.  The post is emotional with the occasional attempt at imagery.  I even have it saved on my Desktop as a Word.doc.  It is opened almost daily and I type anywhere from two words to a full sentence.

But then suddenly someone needs to be fed, bathed, or have their butt wiped.

I fully admit that it’s been tough giving this blog any attention while someone latches onto my boob every 2-3 hours, I sleep in 1-2 hours increments, and I need to sequester a rambunctious 4-year old during nap times.

Not to mention, I need free hands in order to type an actual post.

And I never seem to want put this adorable baby down.

I can’t help it.  I cannot get enough of her.

She’s so cute and cuddly.

Plus, the top of her head smells so sweet.  Smelling it gives me such a high.

It’s baby crack yo.

P.S.  Forgive me as I forgot to thank you ALL for your congratulatory comments and well wishes here.  It doesn’t take much for me to get sappy these days, but opening my inbox to find 150 comments brought a tear to my eye.