Monthly Archives: January 2007

I feel awesome

Alright, I know what you’re thinking: what am I looking at here? For the uninitiated, this is the homepage of Digg. Okay, technically, it’s the bottom of page 2 of Digg. For the really uninitiated, Digg is basically a website where people submit (“digg,” v.) cool stories for other people to read. If others like the stories, they also “digg” them. The most popular stories make it to the Digg homepage. This sends lots of traffic to the page, which may or may not be a good thing, depending on the purpose of your site and how well-received your story is.

Okay, now you’re thinking: so what? Well, my friends, that middle story there, “Most SEOs are Crooks?“, which reached the Digg homepage about five hours ago now, was written by yours truly.

And also quite wonderful: Rand Fishkin, whom I’m sure you’ve never heard of, but whom I pretty much worship (professionally speaking, of course), commented on it. Sure, he directed his comment to Andy, the guy who actually owns and runs the blog, but I’ll take it. I’ll take it.

I know, you have no idea how I feel right now. Let’s just say when I got the e-mail from Andy telling me I’d made the homepage, and saw the e-mail notifying me of Rand’s comment,
I ran to the back where Ryan was with tears in my eyes.

You see . . . I have arrived. I am awesome. And I’m going to charge more for my Internet marketing services (j/k… maybe…) . . . y’know, if/when I get any clients. And yeah, I’ll have to start playing the “Hey, over here, my name’s not Andy and no, I’m not a man” game (I hate to be called Mr. McCollum). But that’s a heck of a lot better than the “Hey Google/Yahoo/MSN/Digg/readers/anyone?, my website is over here, pay attention to meeeee!!!!!” game in this industry.

(Grr to husband’s employer for hiring someone else without giving me the chance to pitch to you! I have awesomeness on my side. I have linkbait ideas. I have experience with your company and much success. Now you have overpriced, inferior services. Grr.)

You may congratulate me now. 😉

Bringing up baby

I’m trying to stop calling Hayden “baby.” He’ll be a big boy this week. Besides, seeing him next to Landon, he’s clearly not a baby anymore.

It’s tough, though. “Big boy” doesn’t work as well for a lot of things. Just doesn’t have the same ring to it.

But he is a big boy. See:

He thinks he’s daddy with daddy’s phone and keys. I’m off to work, Mama! Too soon, too soon.

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Hayden and the new baby

Hayden had a cute moment with his new cousin, Landon, yesterday.


Y’know, who knows what he’s thinking, but I like to imagine he’s thinking, “Look! A person that’s actually smaller than I am!” That or, “What’s all over his head?”

Hayden was actually reasonably gentle with Landon. It was cute. I asked Hayden how he’d feel about getting one of those of our own. He didn’t say anything (go figure).

I still debate when and even if we’ll have more children. It’s especially hard during a week like this, with Hayden refusing to sleep three nights this week. Add that on top of a year where he’s slept through the night about 15 times—I’m exhausted. Ryan and I have worked hard to make sure our mortgage is our only debt financially. However, I’ve racked up so much sleep debt in the last year that I’m near bankruptcy.

You can’t tell me there is a single profession in the world harder than rearing children. You work from sun up to sun down—and then you’re on call all night long. I must be doing something wrong because Hayden seems to think that I’m an all night diner OR that after about two or three hours of sleeping he’s all set.

I know I have to put Hayden’s needs first—but after a year of getting up 3, 4, 5, 6 or 7 times a night I feel like he’s trying to break my spirit and pound it into my soul that my wants and needs don’t come second. They don’t come last. They’re not even on the list.

I know that he’s just a baby and that he doesn’t understand that other people might have needs other than satisfying his own. I have just gotten so used to living like this that I’m beginning to feel like I only exist when I’m servicing someone else’s needs. When I’m not serving someone else, I may as well not even be here.

I’m hoping that if I could just sleep through the night, I’ll be less sad and frustrated and more happy and patient. And I’ll try not to worry so much about whether I’m mentally stable enough to do this all over again.

Update, 5 Feb: This post is featured in the Carnival of Family Life #40. Thank you to all my fellow mamas for your support: I feel like I’ve been hugged after reading your comments! Things have gotten a little better in the last week; he often gives us a 4 hour stretch of sleep now. And yes, we’ll have another. Isn’t it funny how one week you’re so in love with them that you simply must have another, and the next week you doubt your sanity for ever wanting kids?

And we’re back!

It’s been a long and interesting couple of days with Hayden sick, recovering, whining and refusing to sleep at night. I thought maybe he wasn’t sleeping at night because of an ear infection; doctor didn’t see anything wrong with his ears yesterday.

Apparently the doctor must have also told Hayden something about no more monkeys jumping in the bed—twice in the last few days I’ve come into his room after a nap to find Marty thrown on the floor.

He slept better last night and his nose isn’t quite so runny today so I think we’re on the mend.

Let’s hope so: my brand new nephew (& family) might be coming to stay with us for a few days. He’s really cute—and he’s got a ton of hair. He was born Friday night. I’ll see if I can post a picture soon.

And there’s Hayden waking up from his nap. A mama’s work is never done!

Hayden’s first daycare experience

This week was Hayden’s first experience in a day care. I dropped him off for half an hour at the gym’s day care on Monday and Wednesday (and now he’s sick; go figure!).

I watched the kids take things from him and push him. The day care workers tried to make it better. I kind of sensed (or wasa paranoid mom) that their reaction might have been prompted just because I was watching.

I came back later to peek in on him and he was sitting by himself, just watching other kids. After a minute, he crawled over to a ball and a little while later he was playing with a much older child on a kitchen toy. Still, it was sad to see him alone. I was sad that my little boy didn’t have any friends.

I don’t have any more pictures of him unhappy, though.

Oh yeah, there’s an upside of Hayden being sick: he slept through the night last night! That brings the total of nights I’ve been allowed to sleep through (although I didn’t actually sleep through the night) in the last year to fifteen.

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Little sick-o

I think Hayden might be getting sick. During his bedtime routine (immediately after nursing and right before bath), he puked. :( Then again after his bath. Double :(

Makes me think of our fun pukey times in November in North Carolina. Hayden caught a little cold and totally puked his guts up. Three times. Twice all over me. Poor kid would puke and puke until he was absolutely exhausted.

Right after he threw up one morning, I was holding him over a bucket on the couch (just in case). I was talking to my dad and holding Hayden in an upright position, when I realized he was a bit limp. I looked down at him—and he was asleep. Poor little exhausted guy. I laid down on the couch and let him sleep on my chest for an hour.

As unpleasant as it was to be puked on, you gotta feel worse for the little guy. It was, of course, totally endearing to find my poor sick baby had fallen asleep and then slept in my arms. I’d like to imagine that he was as comfortable as he could possibly be there.

Note: puke and spit up are not the same thing. All kids spit up. Puke is completely different. Believe me. You probably don’t want me to delve into the difference between spit up and puke, but they’re different things.

Who ever said that Moms are exempt from learning new things every day?

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