DAT BABY BIG

Yesterday I had my first audition since forever and I didn't know what to do with Leo...but then a friend of mine who has a baby who was born a few days before Leo (his name is Walter. Leo and Walter-they sound like a couple of guys from the Jewish Retirement Home) offered to meet me at my audition and go on a walk with the 2 babies while I auditioned. I thought that was the nicest thing I'd ever heard...I almost cried. She strapped her baby to her and pushed Leo in the stroller...they are the same age but Leo is HUGE compared to Walt. He's a big guy--Jeff keeps saying that but I didn't really believe it until I saw Walter. And i went to this newborn baby support group thing at the PUMP station and he was so big....or he seemed big.

Life with Leo is good. As long as there is food supply near by everything is good. I'm adjusting--learning how to leave more time before I do anything so that I 'm less stressed knowing that he is fed--changed and geared up for the outside world.

I'm working on a new play and Leo basically sleeps from around 11:30 pm to 7 am. he gets up a few times in the night but it's really not been that bad. It always seems so much better than when I was pregnant. And then I write in the morning as he takes a long nap after the stress of breakfast. and man, he's smiling. grunting and smiling and farting. Like a hot date.

I just want to make out with him he's such a hot date. That sounds bad. But I kiss him right on his tiny little lips and he hates it almost as much as he hates hats.

I joined Weight Watchers on-line and it's a joke--I'm already lying about points. Lying to myself.
the best kind of lying.

Jeff announced that he's going to be gone to Alaska starting in June for 10 fricken weeks. I need to find some army wives to hang out with. Or have an affair--that's what I'm threatening. 10 weeks is a LONG time. Please come visit everybody. I'm going to need help. Or maybe I'll have a nanny by then.

A few days ago I was getting bummed that Jeff never looks at me anymore. We hardly look at each other--we just walk in the door and stare at Leo. I tried setting myself on fire the other night and Jeff was like "look at Leo's double chins!"