Now that Hannah's almost 8 months old, I will share her 6/7 month photos.

I am behind on Hannah updates, am I not?

We went big time for Hannah's 6 month photos and hired a real deal photographer, my friend Heather Hanna Glennon. She does good work! Naturally, Hannah spent the full month of October sick, so we started the photo shoot when she was 6 months old, called it quits after a few shots because she was cold, sick, and screaming, and we wrapped it all up after she turned 7 months old. I like to think we got two months covered for the price of one.

Pick up your head, it's ringing.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Sip wine. Swallow. Inhale. Exhale...and so on...

When I finally stopped moving and turned off the TV and the dishwasher came to a halt and Hannah stopped crying and Benson went into a different room to nom his bone, I realized my ears were ringing.

I want my old back back.

Me.

My God I'm a lemon. I have the equivalent of Murphy's Law health. My lower back is out of commission and it's ruining my life. I feel like I got hit by a truck. The best assumption I can make is that I jacked up my back by lifting 18 lbs of baby in her impossibly heavy car seat. It has progressively gotten worse, and now it hurts so bad that I can't roll over, sit up like a normal person, walk perfectly upright, or sneeze without crippling pain shooting through my nerves. The bulging disc is pinching my sciatic nerve so the pain tears down my legs and up through my spine. It's miserable.

I have been getting adjustments from my dad (a chiropractor), I've gone to my primary physician, and she recommended I go to another chiropractor for decompression therapy (only some chiropractors do this). I read about the therapy and it's like 5 days a week for about 30 minutes for a month. Total treatment time is 8 weeks. Say what? When am I supposed to squeeze that into my already packed schedule? Hell.

The only relief I get is when I'm afloat in the bathtub, but it's hard to take care of a 7 month old baby and work from a bathtub. I am praying for healing!

Stay tuned, muthers.

I'm sorry, mutherlovers. I've just been really tied up lately doing muther stuff. Traveling. Talking to dinosaurs. Planning for Thanksgiving. Muthering. I promise I'll post amuther blog soon. And it will be mutherlovin' good.
Sincerely,
Mutherford

"So, you're favorite book is a thesaurus, eh?"

Let it rest.

Exhale. The world spins and I'm doing dishes.

Daydreams of songs about unfulfilled wishes.

Dust in the corners and smears on the table.

I'm quiet and restless, depleted but able.

Cobwebs that drape across most of the ceiling.

Out of control with an incomplete feeling.

And I can't help but wonder, is this my best?

Let it rest, my love. Let it rest.

Because silently sleeping upstairs is a baby

and when she awakes I will hold her and maybe

the world will stop spinning and I'll get the notion

that life can't be felt when I'm numb from commotion.

She will grow quickly and time will not slow.

I'll raise her to leave me and hate when she goes.

And in hindsight the moments that I'll love the best

were the ones where we stopped and we just let it rest.