Little Bun becomes ...
Nibbler. Because he's done baking, he's not a bun in the oven any more. And if anyone is unfamiliar with Nibbler on Futurama:
Granted, my kid doesn't have fangs, and sports a mere pair of eyes (no cape, either, but perhaps later). But from a breastfeeding mother's P.O.V., Nibbler is an appropriate nom de blog.
What does he really look like, these days, you ask?
Labels: baby
posted by Mrs. Harridan @ Thursday, May 24, 2007
11 Comments:
How do you get anything done? Seriously. He's so beautiful, I wouldn't be able to stop looking at him.
He is so cute. I totally want to eat those feet. (not in a perverse sense, you understand...) ;-)
Of course, he's gorgeous. Is there anything quite as lovely as a pair of baby feet? I think not.
Oh my goodness, he's beautiful. He looks just like you!
I just got so into your labor stories that I was practically rocking and holding my own crotch by the end. Good writing!
So interesting and exciting. And your Nibbler is gorgeous. YEAH!!!
Hi there, been lurking and waiting for you to return. Congratulations on the arrival of nibbler, very very cute. Guaranteed that you will get to have a much better experience next time around, but having just found out that I am newly pg I was also rocking and clenching by the time I finished reading. Well done, on no painkillers too.
Congratulations on the nibbler! I've kept checking back to see when you'd post something, but clearly I missed the past two weeks. Anyway, glad to know everyone is OK.
I came over from Teeb's site to say CONGRATULATIONS! He is A-DOR-ABLE!!!
Damn, I left a comment last week and it never posted. Anyway, what I was saying was that the bun really does look just like you Mrs. H. - especially in the second picture.
And he's beautiful, of course.
Oh, my stars, he is beautiful.
I just want to smooch him a million times, and you and Booby, too, for procucing such a perfect little boy.
Congratulations to you all. I couldn't possibly be happier for you.
congrats Mrs. S. your birth story was hysterical. i especially enjoyed reading the part about not giving a shit about shitting, and tossing your bikini top out of the birthing pool.
and now, thanks to you, I have informed my husband that he will be responsible for keeping my TAINT from splitting, when someday, i may be forced to expunge a human being from my poonani. it's the LEAST he can do.
he thanks you.
preesh.
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