The last twenty four hours. WOOF! My poor little poopsie did not want to sleep yesterday afternoon... like, at all. So we had lots of tears (me) and cries (him). Is it just me, or do infants not really produce tears? I for one should know this- will get back to you. Then this morning my poor little poopsie had a good wake up followed by a decent 30 minute nap followed by more and more cries. Therefore I called Dan home from work because I was a losing it friends! And I am so glad that he could come home. His school/internship schedule lends itself to flexibility which I am so grateful for at this stage. I texted him when he was on his way updating my Chick-Fil-A order from just a chicken sandwich to a chicken sandwich plus fries and a lemonade followed by the words 'I plan on eating my emotions'. And who knew that 'going crazy because you feel like everyone else knows how to be a mother except you' could taste so damn delicious! Mmmmm mmm! Anyways I'm just being honest and am sure we've all been there. These kids, they just make your heart want to burst with warm gooey love and when you feel like you can't help them you wanna burst with flames because you love them so much. Bless my saint of a mother, she was there seven times over. That. Woman. I think I can say for sure that my mother is my hero.
Now, you are probably wondering what the little poopsie looks like these days? Rather adorable. He enjoys smiling at inanimate, contrasting objects.
Now I shall share what is really on my mind. Ryan Seacrest. You guys, is it just me or does he need a little bit of Sherman Antitrust Act action? A grade 8 social studies student could tell you he does (that's when I learned about the Act). The dude has his fingers in everything Hollywood and I personally think it is a little too much. Sometimes as I stare into sweet little Jude's face at his 1am feedings I think of Ryan Seacrest and that Hollywood needs some diversification.
Next on the list. Dan is destroying all of our lamps. During my second trimester he had a nightmare followed by kicking and thrashing that ended up in an unusable bedside lamp (which they no longer sell, ugh) and just yesterday he was stretching his humungous man sized arms and knocked down my beautiful, vintage, glass pineapple lamp, disconnecting the light fixture from the body. Ugh!
4 woot-woots!:
You're doing great! I remember those days, heck remember? I still have them, they're just different now. You are wonderful! Eat your emotions for now, your nursing compensates for them ;P
P.S. Have you heard of insanity? I've heard it's the girls version of P90X. I'm pretty sure you don't want Arnold muscles. just sayin.
Remeber coming to visit me in Texas? Do you remember what a basket case I was?? Do you happen to remember how old Asher was? 8 weeks old. 8 freaking weeks old. What in the sam hell I was thinking planning a girl's rendezvous weekend 8 weeks after becoming a mother I'll never know because no one who has ever had a baby knew what they were doing 8 weeks in. I promise you are not the only one to feel like this and you will look back in a year and giggle at these posts because you'll be such a natural. Really, even though you think you'll never figure it out, you will. You're a great Mom as I'm sure Jude will agree. XOXO.
Haha, my identity verification word is 'guest toot'. Hahaha. My 5 year old son and I have the same sense of humor. hahahaha.
Remeber coming to visit me in Texas? Do you remember what a basket case I was?? Do you happen to remember how old Asher was? 8 weeks old. 8 freaking weeks old. What in the sam hell I was thinking planning a girl's rendezvous weekend 8 weeks after becoming a mother I'll never know because no one who has ever had a baby knew what they were doing 8 weeks in. I promise you are not the only one to feel like this and you will look back in a year and giggle at these posts because you'll be such a natural. Really, even though you think you'll never figure it out, you will. You're a great Mom as I'm sure Jude will agree. XOXO.
Haha, my identity verification word is 'guest toot'. Hahaha. My 5 year old son and I have the same sense of humor. hahahaha.
ok, in this picture he looks more like an anders-dan than a patience-dan.... i still cant believe it.. a boy! wtf do you do with a boy?
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