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Overheard in the Robinson household

Me: We are missing a nipple. Pat: (starts laughing) Me: Graham is five and a half months old. When are you going to stop laughing every time I say "nipple?"                                                                                                                                                                   Me: I don't feel like I'm seeing results from working out yet. Pat: I do. When I saw you on the jumbotron, I thought you looked really skinny.                                                                                                                                                                    Pat: Have you seen my phone? Me: Nope. Pat: Can you call it? (his phone starts ringing somewhere) Pat: I hear it but I can't find it. Call it again. (his phone starts ringing somewhere) Pat: I found it. It was in Graham's nursery (where our son was already asleep for the night). Me: Did it wake him up? Pat: I don't think so.

Parenting status remains at rookie

Someone asked me recently how I'm adjusting to being a mom. The answer to that question is an easy one. I love every single second of it. It is hands down the best and most meaningful job I've ever had. Nothing in this world makes me happier. From the moment I held Graham in my arms for the first time, I forgot about what life was like before he was here. Everything has more meaning now and I am overwhelmed every day by how much I love him and love being his mom. That being said, five and a half months into this gig and I still have no idea what the heck I'm doing. If a "mom of the year" award really did exist, I do something on a daily basis to ensure that I would never receive that award. HEADLINE: Inexperienced parents pinch son's leg in car seat, cause scene at wedding People (namely my father-in-law and my husband) had been telling me for a while that they thought Graham's car seat was getting a little too snug. I knew that he is supposed to f

Alcohol is not my friend

It is 9 p.m. on a Saturday night. And not just any Saturday night: It is the Saturday night before St. Patrick's Day. So what am I doing to celebrate? I am sitting in my basement, alone, listening to the ocean waves from Graham's nursery on the baby monitor, watching Hart of Dixie on Netflix and I just finished a glass of milk and some chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. It seems the days of green beer might be a thing of the past for me. I did contemplate putting green food coloring in my glass of milk, though, but decided it would be too much work. If you would have told me a year ago that this is what the future had in store for me on St. Patrick's Day, there is no way I would have believed you. Two years ago on St. Patrick's Day, I was sick and had to work and yet I still went out after work. Last year I was pregnant but still partook in the festivities (minus the beer, of course). Let's face it: I love a good party and any excuse to dress up and have f