channeling my inner-seacrest.

Claire has a new trick. When she wants someone to pick her up she throws both arms above her head and gives you the eye. So far, I am unable to resist this move. I'm a sucker for her attempts at communication and this one is both cute and useful.

Lately, I feel like the whole world is lifting its chubby arms at me and giving me the eye. Seriously, world, I can't pick you up right now. I'd like to, but Mama is tired. I am the kind of tired that only a parent can fully appreciate. Teeth-cutting tired. Nap-refusing tired. I'm starting to feel like lifting my arms up toward the sky and waiting for someone to pick me up too.


There's also the matter of the new blog name. I made a decision, shelled out (Nate's) hard-earned money registering the domain name and made a new masthead for my blog. Then I tried (unsuccessfully) to redirect this blog to the new place. Blogger has a pretty straightforward tutorial on this, but I haven't had any luck. If anyone has experience doing this, please leave a comment. I'm not sure what to do at this point. I'm hoping to have the blog redirected by the end of the week. Or by the end of next week if the world doesn't put its arms down.

About the title. I received tons of wonderful suggestions, but ended up using something that wasn't suggested. I let the toddler name the blog. Really. Since her verbal skills are still developing and mama.com, hi.com and dog.com are already taken, I went with the next best thing. It is a word that is only a word in our house. It is a form of communication. It is an expression of joy.

I'll tell you...after the break.