No, Kind of a Mess hasn’t turned into a book reviewing blog. (How AWESOME would that be, though? Seriously, these reviews are crazy fun… I’ve been tempted to do a spin-off blog, but if I can’t feed and water this one, I probably shouldn’t get another pet.) Tater’s birth story, and proper normal blogging, is forthcoming. And don’t feel bad, if you think I’ve neglected my blog, you should ask my friends how I keep up with email. (I LOVE YOU ALL. Forgive me.)
And to keep you reading, I bribe you with baby pictures.
THIS teeny weenie….
…has turned into this fat chunkalunk.
Who gives excellent side-eye.
And yells at things for no reason. (Kinda like his mama.)
We like him and think we’ll keep him. Stay tuned for the story of how he was from his mother’s womb untimely ripp’d* and various and sundry updates on what a genius he is. And then, more posts on songs to jam to, things to stuff your face with and tales about stupid things I’ve done recently, like getting busted singing NKOTB by cops on bikes and seeing people have sex on the highway at 9am on Thanksgiving. (True story. Hand to God.)