Baby boy is on the move! Over the course of the weekend he started army crawling across the room, pulled himself up to the coffee table and cut his first tooth. He's also paying more attention to music...I think if he can combine all of these new talents, we could have a breakdancer on our hands. The Fresh Prince of Kenmore perhaps!

Murph the Wonder Dog will be his entourage. Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yeah!

Happy size D cup days are here again! As of this morning, I am back to wearing pre-pregnancy bras. I don't feel like a fat chick anymore, having to wear those bras that could be mistaken for the sporty bra for the nose of an airplane. Ya know, the kind that P-Diddy probably has adorning the nose of his personal jet.

I am crazy over this development. I can wear tank tops, button up shirts...I may even try a strapless sundress this weekend. Oh Nelly, I might be getting ahead of myself. The boobies are smaller, but shapless after eight months of having their perk marrow sucked from them. But I can wear tank tops!

After a long posting hiatus, I am back online, ready to rant, rave and insult people as I sit comfortably veiled behind my laptop. My life changed this week when the baby decided it was finally time to sleep through the night. Honestly I think he got tired of my rancid breath in the middle of the night. I often wondered if the smell of my intestines digesting dinner was going to negatively affect my child’s ability to bond with me. Funny thing is, the little bugger has a wee bit of halitosis himself. Must run in my family. Thanks mom.

So after a full night sleep I am anew.  I am just about motivated to conquer the laundry...but I think this short post has resulted in temporary carpel tunnel. I hear wine is really good for that.

My five month maternity leave ended and I've been back on the grid for the last five weeks. The 1st week was terrible, just awful. Twice in the first week back I only saw the babe for 30 mins, because I got home after he was asleep. Whilst on a very generous maternity leave, I got a new manager...who does not have children. I'm coming to realize that her job is her baby. This perhaps is not the ideal work situation for me, but the more I hear about people loosing their jobs, the more I am forced to be thankful for mine. Microsoft layed off more folks this week, after reading the company email to this regard, I can honestly say, I waited with an open mind to learn my fate...still here.

I am still a 'softie, but in case someone wants to render me totally useless, thus sending me home on this sunny afternoon to play with my blue eyed Angel for the rest of the day, I am stepping away from my unlocked laptop for about 30 mins to go pump.

Some one told me I should grab my twitter name before it was to late. Our official tweet: www.twitter.com/babycrunch.

Check it out.

Set in New York City, the epicenter of a phenomenon cropping up in communities across the United States, "Nursery University" reveals the oddly competitive process of nursery school admissions.

Ever wonder why Rosie on the Jetsons was so popular? If you invest in a Roomba robotic vacuum cleaner, you'll know why. These electronic maids are a dream!

The hubby got this as a "Valentines" gift for me. I know, I know I am tripping over red flags and violating the commonsense marriage rule that voids household cleaning appliances as acceptable gifts from the husband. Even still, I love this thing. As a new mom, its a time saver, as a control freak in recovery, I like opening the filter and dumping out loads of dust bunnies, because guess what...this little robot can sweep under the furniture!

I have an "anonymous" suggestion for a "friend" of mine whose carpet is riddled with sour milk and wine stains. Attention domestic bliss scientists who are working on improvements for the next version of the Roomba. See what you can do about integrating a sniff and scrub mechanism that locates stains left behind from baby spit up and red wine, program the Roomba to hover over the stain and scrub until the sour milk smell is gone and the wine spots that mimic a staggered return from the kitchen to the couch and back is less obvious.

Even though she kind looks like Angie Jolie from a distance this chick is crazy.

Check out her latest interview:

Facebook is now feeling the heat after photos of mothers nursing their children are deemed obscene. What do you think?