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Ewie. Duder. Buds. Budsie Bumpkin. My little man. He’s just over 7 weeks old, 12lbs and almost 24 inches. He’s outgrown almost all of his 0-3 month clothes, which I’m convinced are all made for short, squat little children. It occurred to me the other day that I may have given birth to a future 6 foot 4 inch child who takes after my brother. This frightening thought was quickly followed with the realization that I’m going to have to feed this child. How!? My brother used to drink, like, 4L of milk per day and eat entire loaves of bread like they were single croissants. Egad.

So I need a career. Not just to feed the kid, but to satisfy my starving brain. But what to do…what – to – do. Use my MA and work for the government? Meh. Go back to school and nab myself another degree…maybe law or a master’s of journalism? Possible. Get my teaching certificate for yoga and spend the rest of my life teaching others to live in a zen-like state? Sounds the most fun, methinks, but might not feed the kidlet. Huh. I have 1o months to think about it…thoughts and comments are appreciated.

I was going to write more but the Bumpkin is stirring…back again soon.