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Finally.

The tweets that have resulted from Obama’s announcement are almost as awesome.

Almost.

If you don’t follow Jon Lovett (a fellow Eph slash pal), you are missing out. Not only does he have me giggling during late night nurse sessions when I turn to The Twitter for entertainment, but he just sold a show he’s developed called ’1600 Penn’ to NBC. As a former Whitehouse speech writer, I’d say he’s got some great material from which to pull. And he is nothing short of hilarious. Sounds like Modern Family meets West Wing.

It’s like Christmas come early.

Now back to feeling all hopey and changey. On the heels of the NC bullshit, we all needed this breath of sanity and progress!

When someone asks me if I went to William and Mary

This tumblr is killing me dead. For my fellow Purple Cows, you’re welcome.

I don’t know how I missed this Internet meme, but thank god that balance has been restored in the universe. The original image can be found here.

Yesterday evening, I texted with Kaki’s FGM (Fairy Godmother) about her homecoming with baby and the joys of one’s milk arriving…. what? You thought all the biological mayhem stopped after baby was delivered? Have you not read all my oversharing from spring of 2009 and summer of 2011? I suggest you check the archives for the full scoop because the fun doesn’t stop with baby being born – you’ve got to birth a placenta, constrict your uterus, rock mesh undies filled with ice and padding, toughen up your nipples to a baby’s suckle, and experience the engorgement of milk coming in, all on approximately negative hours of sleep. We tend to forget to talk about the aftermath, probably because we’re so sleep deprived and drunk off a raging imbalance of hormones and maternal love that we block it out long term, but the first few weeks postpartum are even more outrageous than the weeks prior to baby’s arrival. I repeat, Month 10 is worse than Month 9. And that’s saying a lot given the discomfort of the final weeks of pregnancy.

ANYWAY! Right, so milk coming in… may I recommend padding your bra with cabbage leaves? I may. Want to know the perfect homecoming gift for a new mama? A head of cabbage. And a gallon of ice cream.

You’re welcome.

In G’s text she commented, “This shit is glamorous, yo. Have you seen the pic of ‘Long Term Relationship Barbie’? Pretty much.”

And if that doesn’t sum up the household of every new parent, I don’t know what does. It just needs a poopy diaper, a dirty burp cloth, and a milk stained nursing bra to really drive the message home. Something like this or this, perhaps.

Note: The artist who created the original image for the meme above is Mariel Clayton. Her work is extremely provocative and disturbing, so be warned before clicking over and taking a look. I personally find it brilliant. Horrifyingly, nauseatingly brilliant.

I was sifting through my photo archives for some images for James’ grandparents, and I landed on this picture from when Sunny was right around 8 months old…

Familiar, no?

Sunny is completely my mom’s side of the family and Kaki is completely James’ mom’s side of the family, yet they share that precious button nose. Funny how genetics works.

We celebrated Momar’s birthday, saw Auntie Kimmy’s burlesque show (she’s the choreographer! oh la la!), threw rocks in the ocean, dove into the second of the Hunger Games series, and soaked up some salty, Cape Cod air.

It was grand.

Now we must return to real life. Which means confronting the reality that we’re moving into the new house in less than two weeks.

Apparently I should start packing.

Photos: Courtesy of Ashley Weeks Cart

It’s been a stunning couple days in the Purple Valley. Now we’re Cape bound, celebrating this milestone .

Home Monday night. Then we’ll really focus on moving. Swear.

At least one of ‘em, anyway, for all this talk of vaginas and girl woman power, is these two faces.

The fact that a phone took this image blows my mind.

Also? Spring has sprung!

In the words of Miss Addison: The flower is yellow like the sun, Mom!

Be sure to follow along on Instagram (@igalacart). Admittedly, I went a little photo crazy today. I was drunk off all the sunshine and warmth! I blame all this excess Vitamin D!

Confession: I may have snapped a picture while in the bath tub to try and document my lobster tattoo (which resides on my left foot) cozying up to Moby, our whale spout cover, only to realize (after posting to the whole wide Internet) that I was flashing everyone in the reflection of the tub drain. The upside is that my lady bits were out of frame, and there’s a handy TRASH button which was promptly put to use. That’s what I get for ODing on Instagram.

Despite this little hiccup, in the words of Kaki’s bum…

Happy weekend to all!

I love her approach to crawling. Except when she careens forward and lands square on her baby head.

That’s not so good for the noggin’.

Seriously. This baby has got it. Those cheeks! Those big blue eyes! That button nose! The chub!

Let’s all collectively swoon, shall we? I sure did. All weekend long. Fortunately, Alison was accommodating of my swooning and let me hold her and nom her cheeks without any fuss.

Kaki could learn a thing or two from her pal when it comes to the allowance of such cradling and snuggling.

Photos: Courtesy of Ashley Weeks Cart