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Getting into the Groove

Hard to believe, but today marks Skylar’s ninth day in this crazy world of ours (don’t worry, Skye — they say nine days is the new two days!), and I’m happy to report things are going more smoothly than expected with the little one.  Yeah, yeah, I know… for now.  Baby Girl has a sweet temperament and — HALLELUJAH — slept for four hours in a row last night (she’s been quite the night owl/party girl, just like her mama in her college days), so I feel like a semblance of a human being again.   Which is more than Lindsay Lohan can say, even on her good days.

Big news:  We took our first family walk this afternoon  — Yes!  Outside!  In the light!  With other human beings!  — and introduced to Skylar to her new second home, Chez Starbucks.  She seemed to take to the place, immediately ordering a triple espresso.

Hey, don’t look at me like that.  She needed something to complement her morning pack of Marlboro Reds.

Thanks for bearing with my lighter posting schedule lately.  I hope to start posting more next week, at which point I’ll have mastered the art of feeding the baby with one hand, petting the cats with the other, and typing with my toes.  I have MUCH to discuss with y’all, including my last-minute decision to breastfeed and why our birth announcements probably won’t go out until Skylar is about ready for college.

Hugs, kisses and endless dirty diapers,

Candy

Candy Kirby is the founder of The Laughing Stork and a professional fun-maker who will never stop chasing her lifelong dream: to find the Pomeranian or porn star after whom her parents must have named her. A humor columnist for Disney, Nickelodeon, Scary Mommy, Reductress and Redbook, she also used to be a staff writer for the soap opera, The Bold and the Beautiful, where she penned many scripts featuring prolonged heated stares and countless “Who’s the Daddy?” story lines. Candy lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two young kids and three rescue Persian cats, the latter of whom are the real brains behind this operation (so send all complaints to them).

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