Where I expain my long absence from blogging... and other observations...

So, I've been a bit remiss in blogging. Oops.

But I swear I have a really solid reason:

He gets his good looks from his mother. Hopefully he doesn't get her generally bad attitude as well.

Yup. I had a baby! His name is William Raymond Calderon IV, and he came into this world on Sunday, July 8th at 11:11 PM. He was 8 pounds, 8 ounces.

He just turned 4 months old, and he's a sweetheart. His nicknames are Baby Goo, The Poopinator, and Sir Poops-a-lot. You might see a theme there.

Thankfully the sleepless nights are mostly over now. He's been sleeping through the night for a couple of months. I've been blessed with a baby who sleeps like a rock. For now.

Motherhood has its ups and down. Almost all of the "ups" involve baby Billy, and most of the "downs" involve hormones, emotions, boobs, and Daddy. But, eh... so far it's all worth it.

On the boobs front - I must admit that I never thought I'd think about my boobs this much. I mean, sure, they were always there... but they never really served a purpose. Now I'm constantly having to plan my day around them. Like, okay... pump first... THEN go shopping. Pump first... THEN take a shower. Pump first... THEN eat lunch.

Anyway, moving on from the topic of my boobs...

There's been an interesting phenomenon on the Chicagoland highways lately.

Everyday I see signs that say how many traffic deaths there have been this year:

Lah Dee Dah - Let's think about death while you're commuting for an hour and half!

This is Goddamn depressing.

I commute 39 miles to work, and 39 miles back. I get to see three of these signs everyday, five days a week.

I think that picture was taken back in July or August, because the death toll as of today was 844. I mean, thank you IDOT, for reminding me that I may or may not die while trying to get home today. Assholes.

That message is usually followed by one of the following: "Don't Text and Drive," "Don't Drink and Drive," and "Buckle Up!"

The message is sound, and I understand the reasoning behind it. But I also feel that if someone is texting and driving, or drinking and driving, they already know it's a bad idea - they just don't care.

For the rest of us, it's just a depressing statistic. And let's face it, I'm already depressed enough when I'm stuck in stop and go traffic for over an hour (each way) on the Eisenhower. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO GUT PUNCH ME, IDOT? WHY???

I've starting playing a morbid little game with myself. I place a self bet as to what the number will be today. Yesterday I think it was 842. So 2 people died between yesterday and today. Ugh.

But, on that note, here's a cute baby:

The drool makes the picture.