Happiest Baby on the Block

Last night I slept on the floor. Yes. The floor. Next to Baby-Ko’s crib. In a fetal position. Using his changing pad as pillow, and my robe as a blanket, I managed to squeeze my arm through a slat so that my son, my very (possibly terrible) two year old son, could hold my hand, and eventually (pray god) fall the eff asleep. Two hours and one majorly numb hip later, I gently removed my hand from his grip, and literally crept out of the room cursing every creak my exhausted knees caused as I crawled down the hallway. For about a week now, I have broken every rule in THE sleep ...Read More
HELLLOOOOO. It has been a LONG time since I’ve posted. There’s been a lot brewing in the world of J-Ko– and it’s been a little tough to find the time and “juices” to write– NOT that there HASN’T been much to write about…. From my Baby-Ko’s obsession with “Fuck!” (aka. “Hopkins” the FROG on “Signing Times”), to his brilliant three word sentence “I feeling it” (which he declared on Mother’s Day as he fondled the clothes on every rack at Nordstrom), to the fact that I “blow my wad,” so to speak, within the first five minutes of a walk with Baby-Ko because he devours every snack I’ve brought ...Read More