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Who Snuck the Hooch to the Baby?

Dear Baby,

Last night after our midnight bladder emptying, I settled onto the couch so Kiefer could actually sleep while I spent the next 2 hours trying to find a remotely comfortable sleeping position. (Which I now know is impossible.)

About 20 minutes later when I finally resigned myself to the fact that I was as comfortable as I was ever going to get, you started hiccuping.


And you kept hiccuping for-ev-er. So I can only assume you’ve been drinking.

You’re in sooooo much trouble. I thought I had more time before we needed to have the Don’t-Drink-Until-You’re-21 talk.

They grow up so fast....

They grow up so fast….

I can handle a lot:

  • The midnight pee breaks.
  • You pressing on my lungs so I can barely breathe.
  • You refusing to move when Boo touches my tummy, so Radley can endlessly taunt him with: “I’ve felt the baby move and you haven’t.”
  • You making it impossible to find a comfortable sleep position.

What I cannot handle is you throwing in my face that while you apparently had an all-night kegger, I’ve been deprived of key lime pie martinis and blueberry margaritas for months. MONTHS!

If I can’t drink, you can’t drink, and I don’t appreciate you throwing your drunken hiccups in my face…er, tummy.

You’re grounded until further notice.


Your Mama

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “If you did not eat the entire candy bar within 24 hours of receiving it, then we can no longer be friends.”—PinotNinja

February 22: National Margarita Day

Today is National Margarita Day (Zahara told me). Celebrate good times, come on! It’s a celebration.

So my present to you is bloggy blueberry margarita.

The blog version is a poor substitute for the real thing. You should get a real one to celebrate the holiday properly.

In fact, just to make sure you don’t fudge it up, I’m going to tell you how to celebrate.

Lucky for you, I am an alcoholic connoisseur of margaritas.

Ideally, you should go to Margaritaville. (Remember when I went there with The Jolie?) But if there isn’t one close by, you might want to try…

  • Glory Days makes an awesome blueberry margarita. It’s so awesome, it’s awe-schome.
  • Longhorn has a delicious black raspberry peach margarita.

If you don’t like margaritas, I’m only allowing you one other drink option: The Pink Punk Cosmo from TGIFridays. Any drink that comes with cotton candy is always an acceptable option. Always.

  1. Decide on a flavor.
  2. Pick your details: Frozen or On the Rocks? Salt or Sugar? I’m an on-the-rocks-with-a-sugar-rim kinda gal. (But I’m sure you already knew I was a sugar-rim gal instead of a salt-rim girl.)
  3. When the drink arrives, commence licking the sugar off half the glass.
  4. Drink the margarita.
  5. Eat the fruit if it comes with any. It’s healthy.
  6. Lick the sugar off the last half of the glass.

Happy Margarita Day!