Just as you can't beat fun with photo booth and a baby.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Date night
The gods smiled and between the subsiding of sinus pain and a beginning of a migraine I was able to pig out at A Single Pebble and rock out to Lucinda Williams. She has a voice like you wouldn't believe live. Her recorded voice is good, but live? So amazing. And you can not beating eating grown up food and adult drinks with your beloved, and without kids once in a while.
Just as you can't beat fun with photo booth and a baby.
Just as you can't beat fun with photo booth and a baby.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Making an Effort
When E was 9 months old I wrote this on my blog...
"I've been trying to Make An Effort. You know, actually put some product in my hair, wear shoes with heels (instead on Danskos everyday), dress semi-professionally. And I think it's working. This, along with the weight loss, is making me feel a little better about myself. Because my self-image since becoming a mom is at an all time low...probably because so much of my life has been tied to my body since April of last year. When you are pregnant its ALL about the body and how much you've gained and how big you look and how you feel and so on. Then, the nursing business, which I've written about before. Team that with how you feel physically when sleep deprived and you've got a match made in hell. I've been in mourning lately for the body I never really enjoyed when I had it. I used to brush off compliments, and was never that comfortable showing off my assets, as it were. And now I wish I had revelled in that hot bod! So I need to start being happier with the one I have now, which gets better everyday. I just wish I could shrink my belly skin the way you shrink a sweater...If I could take a hot shower and then hit my tummy with the blowdryer and make it tight again, that would be awesome.
I took me every minute of those 9 months to get where I am less than 3 months after Way's birth. It's a total change in expectations, I think. And also a different pregnancy and 20 lbs less weight gain. I just wish we weren't broke now so I could buy clothes. I anm trying to be creative with the 10 things that fit, but I'm no stylist.
"I've been trying to Make An Effort. You know, actually put some product in my hair, wear shoes with heels (instead on Danskos everyday), dress semi-professionally. And I think it's working. This, along with the weight loss, is making me feel a little better about myself. Because my self-image since becoming a mom is at an all time low...probably because so much of my life has been tied to my body since April of last year. When you are pregnant its ALL about the body and how much you've gained and how big you look and how you feel and so on. Then, the nursing business, which I've written about before. Team that with how you feel physically when sleep deprived and you've got a match made in hell. I've been in mourning lately for the body I never really enjoyed when I had it. I used to brush off compliments, and was never that comfortable showing off my assets, as it were. And now I wish I had revelled in that hot bod! So I need to start being happier with the one I have now, which gets better everyday. I just wish I could shrink my belly skin the way you shrink a sweater...If I could take a hot shower and then hit my tummy with the blowdryer and make it tight again, that would be awesome.
I took me every minute of those 9 months to get where I am less than 3 months after Way's birth. It's a total change in expectations, I think. And also a different pregnancy and 20 lbs less weight gain. I just wish we weren't broke now so I could buy clothes. I anm trying to be creative with the 10 things that fit, but I'm no stylist.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Everytime I go to blog someone starts to cry.
And while I can cure most of Waylon's crying with the boob, it is hard to type one handed. Which reminds me of what I wanted to blog about...
I have about a weeks worth of breast milk in my freezer. And I am only now, almost three months in, convinced that my supply is not going to be a problem like it was with Eva. I pump more than he can eat at daycare, a full 4 to 5 ozs more. Part of this is that when I drop him off I feed him and that holds him til noon, so he only has time for two bottles during the day care day. But with Eva, one session would hold her an hour or two,at most, so we supplemented. She was well into half formula feedings by three months.
I've also become bolder in my public nursing, thanks to experience and the Moby Wrap. I share a list of were I have nursed him thus far...
at the mall
in the grocery store - while still shopping
on the exam table at my doctor's office. during a pap smear.
in the Saranac Lake ice palace
on the side of Main Street in SL watching a parade
while hiking
in countless restaurants
in my office
in the conference room at work while meeting with a co-worker
during conference calls
on the ski slopes at whiteface (I was NOT on skis)
while writing this blog post.
And while I can cure most of Waylon's crying with the boob, it is hard to type one handed. Which reminds me of what I wanted to blog about...
I have about a weeks worth of breast milk in my freezer. And I am only now, almost three months in, convinced that my supply is not going to be a problem like it was with Eva. I pump more than he can eat at daycare, a full 4 to 5 ozs more. Part of this is that when I drop him off I feed him and that holds him til noon, so he only has time for two bottles during the day care day. But with Eva, one session would hold her an hour or two,at most, so we supplemented. She was well into half formula feedings by three months.
I've also become bolder in my public nursing, thanks to experience and the Moby Wrap. I share a list of were I have nursed him thus far...
at the mall
in the grocery store - while still shopping
on the exam table at my doctor's office. during a pap smear.
in the Saranac Lake ice palace
on the side of Main Street in SL watching a parade
while hiking
in countless restaurants
in my office
in the conference room at work while meeting with a co-worker
during conference calls
on the ski slopes at whiteface (I was NOT on skis)
while writing this blog post.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Oh well...I did some cooking, but wasn't as nearly as productive as I thought I would be. Instead, I remembered that I had a blog before the one I had before this one! And I spent a bunch of time reading the me of 6 years ago.
Silence is Golden
Spring must be coming to Winkytown. The red wing black birds have been seen (but not by me), I can see all the mud in the driveway and in front of the house, and Bill is counting down til fishing season. He took La Lou off to Saratoga to a paddlesports show today and Waylon and I have plans for cleaning and cooking and cooing and pooping. Maybe even some more blogging. Oh how I love the quiet that is only ONE screaming child.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Unrelated, I swear
What I am about to say might seem to be related to the last post, but I swear that it is not: I hate being touched right now.
I read about this when I was nursing Eva, but never experienced it. But this time...oh my lord. When we get home Way wants to be on me, touching me, nursing all the time til he goes to bed. By the time he is snug in his bassinet, I can't get alone enough! And this may make me a bad person/mom to admit, but I especially get annoyed with Eva touching me these days. I am all about our kisses and hugs, but the rest of the hanging-on-me-like-a-monkey makes me INSANE.
I get over it by the middle of the night though, since I keep waking up smooshed up against Bill. Or maybe I am just being a bed hog.
I read about this when I was nursing Eva, but never experienced it. But this time...oh my lord. When we get home Way wants to be on me, touching me, nursing all the time til he goes to bed. By the time he is snug in his bassinet, I can't get alone enough! And this may make me a bad person/mom to admit, but I especially get annoyed with Eva touching me these days. I am all about our kisses and hugs, but the rest of the hanging-on-me-like-a-monkey makes me INSANE.
I get over it by the middle of the night though, since I keep waking up smooshed up against Bill. Or maybe I am just being a bed hog.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Dear Husband...
My darling,
Please know that when forced to decide between pillow talk and the longest stretch amount of uninterrupted sleep I've had since December...I will choose the sleep. It doesn't mean I don't love you. It means go write whatever it is down so you can tell me in morning. Love you to bits!
Your wife.
And not to be greedy, but when is my boy going to sleep eight hour stretches? I would never have dreamed of asking that of La Lou at 11 weeks, but I know he has it in him. He's such a good sleeper and hardly nurses at all at 2am. But he still wakes and cries.
Please know that when forced to decide between pillow talk and the longest stretch amount of uninterrupted sleep I've had since December...I will choose the sleep. It doesn't mean I don't love you. It means go write whatever it is down so you can tell me in morning. Love you to bits!
Your wife.
And not to be greedy, but when is my boy going to sleep eight hour stretches? I would never have dreamed of asking that of La Lou at 11 weeks, but I know he has it in him. He's such a good sleeper and hardly nurses at all at 2am. But he still wakes and cries.
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