Back to reality (I love reality)

Kevin and Vincenzo spent the last 6 days in Chicago, leaving me at home with just Rocco. I spent the large majority of my time in this crazy, eccentric place called My Right Brain. Well, I alternated between My Right Brain and McDonald’s. I lost count of how many trips I had made to the golden arches by my second day alone-ish. By breakfast of the second day.

While visiting My Right Brain, I sewed hooter hiders, scrapbooked, and painted Rocco’s growth chart. Here’s the progression:

And shots of the final:

Before you give me too much credit, I will admit that most of the images are stolen from children’s books and other growth charts I found on-line. I am a fox in the Internet’s chicken coop.

Other than that, I gorged on long walks and trashy magazines and the Olympics. The one thing I didn’t gorge on was sleep, as Rocco has gone from being a great sleeper to waking up every single hour of the night. Sweet Rocco by day, Evil Rocco by night. I read a few parenting books that told me things like, “Let the baby cry it out,” (which I’ve tried) and, “Crying it out leads to permanent psychological damage,” (oops).

I tried nursing him; not nursing him. Swaddling; unswaddling. Keeping him up longer; putting him to bed earlier. Ferberizing. Door open; door closed. Hallway light on; hallway light off. Music on; music off.

But alas, Evil Rocco is more powerful than me and now I must accept my new superhero persona of Bag Lady, so named for the bags below my eyes that have the super power of making me look 20 years older than I actually am.

Looks like my next sewing project will be another cape. Evil Rocco has certainly earned it.

WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Oaxacan tacos with spicy black bean stew