I’ve been mostly quiet about what’s been happening in this country, because we’ve been immersed in the medical happenings with C. These two videos below are just too phenomenal not to share. The first is about white privilege by Jon Stewart and the second is A’Driane Nieves’ VOTY reading at BlogHer. It may make you uncomfortable. Sometimes the truth is uncomfortable. Powerful stuff. Watch them to the end. (Warning: language)
When a friend of mine told me about Bryan Haltom’s case, I felt that the least I could do was to offer a platform for this mother who continues to seek justice for her son nearly 18 years after his death. Lynn shares her story below. Please look carefully at Bryan’s picture. He was driving that car when he was murdered.
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It's the choices you make that define you. That's a pretty powerful statement, no? We have all had to make choices that have changed the direction of our lives. Have you made a choice that changed your family's future for the better? When other people who depend on us are involved, those choices become even tougher!
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There’s a cool project on Kickstarter right now – an augmented iOS reality app for children that allows them to catch Christmas elves! The more elves they capture, the more points they accumulate to unlock more games and activities. Check out the video and head over to Kickstarter to find out more!
I wrote this post before we were surprised by Baby Jo’s early arrival. Thankfully, C absolutely adores his sister!
C’s reaction to meeting Baby Deuce is going to go one of two ways:
1. “Oooo, baby!” *cue soft petting of baby’s head and attempt to kiss her*
This copycat Noodles & Company Pesto Cavatappi recipe was fantastic. So good, in fact, that C even had some. Not only did he have some of the noodles, but I also managed to get him to eat a few of the mushrooms. *gasp* Yeah, I know. So awesome! I’ll definitely be making this again.
A few weeks ago, I was elated to have won a prize pack from Talenti gelato during a Twitter giveaway. I’ve been trolling the freezer cases at all of our local grocery stores, looking for the flavor I want to buy with my free coupon. Last night I finally hit the jackpot! Tahitian Vanilla Bean. Sounds delicious, right? Well after we got into the car and Hubster mentioned my gelato score, I realized…
The lovely Lydia, of Cluttered Genius, has chosen me as one of her recipients of The Liebster Award! Thank you, Lydia!
Here are the rules:
Someone chooses you.
You tell 11 things about yourself.
You answer 11 questions.
You choose 11 bloggers and ask 11 questions that they’ll answer.
The internet has been buzzing today with the news of Prince William and Catherine’s news that they’re expecting a baby. It’s also been reported that Catherine was admitted to the hospital for treatment of hyperemesis gravidarum (HG).
We’ve been having difficulty getting C to eat for a VERY long time. In fact, he has never had much interest in eating/taking a bottle, even as an infant. There were always more important things to do and look at!
The eating challenges seemed to heighten last month. I was ready to pull my hair out. The child refused everything, I was chasing him around all day with food, and the doctor started to think his weight was a problem (even though he’s been in the 5th percentile for weight for over a year).
When C was about 6 months old, I bought an umbrella stroller at a secondhand baby store for only $10. It was an awesome deal, but…you get what you pay for. One year later, that thing is almost impossible to navigate because the wheels want to pull in different directions. It’s so annoying.
C really wanted the TV on a lot today. No matter where I hid the remote, he would find it and turn the TV on. By this evening, I was done fighting it. I just had to find something that was family-friendly. I discovered Little House on the Prairie on the Hallmark Channel and we had that on as background noise until bedtime.
I know that I’m a little behind on this…but it has come to my attention that New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg has started an initiative, “The Latch On NYC” initiative, that will begin in September. Under this initiative, NYC hospitals will begin locking up baby formula in an effort to encourage new mothers to breastfeed their babies. If a mother still chooses to formula feed her child, a nurse will tell her all of the benefits of breastfeeding that she will be forgoing by formula feeding. A nurse will then need to sign out the formula, as if it were a medication.
Granted, I don’t know who did this research…but I heard on the radio that research now shows that when people say parenting a toddler is exhausting, they’re right. (Um, duh.)
A new study shows that parenting a toddler for one day is the adult energy equivalent of going 83 rounds in a boxing ring!
Have you seen “Political Animals” on the USA network? I watched the pilot episode on Hulu and am completely hooked. It’s about a political family – think the Clintons, but with two sons. It stars Sigourney Weaver. It made me laugh and cry, and I can’t wait to see what happens in the series. Woot!
I’m pretty much in love with USA’s summer series, “Suits.” It stars Gabriel Macht and Patrick J. Adams, aka major man candy.
But other than the man candy, the storyline is intriguing and c’mon, it’s about lawyers. Of course I’m hooked.
We’re staying at my brother-in-law’s house this month, while we transition from one university to another. It’s kind of out in the middle of nowhere, like 15 minutes from the nearest town – and that town is one that I would consider small and in the middle of nowhere.
The brother-in-law has satellite tv, so we’ve been enjoying all of the tv-viewing options available to us. I stumbled upon the “ID” channel (Investigation Discovery) and am crazy about it! It’s like there’s always some type of 48 Hours Mystery, Dateline, 20/20, etc., on.
I’m a little sad today. Today is the last day we have as a family in C’s first home. We’re dropping him off with my parents tomorrow, and he’ll be with them for a week while we pack up our things and move out of state. I’m not too sad about leaving our first family “home” behind, because let’s face it – it hasn’t been that easy living in a one-bedroom apartment. What saddens me more is that we won’t see our little C for a week while we start the first phase of our big transition. Phase one entails living in Hubster’s brother’s house for the 3+ weeks before we can get our keys for our new apartment, on the campus of Hubster’s new job.
Well, we move in six days. SIX. DAYS. Yeah, I’m freaking out just a little.
We’re trying to use up all of the food in our cupboards, refrigerator and freezer so that we don’t need to worry about hauling it to another state. I discovered the motherlode of frozen fruit in our freezer. Apparently, I was once really pumped about making smoothies. When was the last time I made a smoothie? Probably in December. I’m now consuming a LOT of fruit smoothies.
There will be several circumstances in your life that you may not think you can handle, but you can. Know that you are strong and resilient. You have a support system that is very strong. God and your family provide a strong foundation. Your faith may shake, but your foundation is built on solid rock.
Happy Mother’s Day to the wonderful mothers in my life! Today, I want to especially honor all of the strong, brave women who are battling postpartum mood disorders. Know that you are loved very much. Sending lots of love and hugs your way. For more information on postpartum mood disorders, please visit Postpartum Progress.
Here’s a little fun we had the other evening! I can’t get the embed to work for whatever reason, but here’s the direct link to the video. Enjoy!
Ever feel like you’re juggling with so many balls in the air that you’re just waiting for one of them to drop?
We’re moving out of state in just over two weeks. In the meantime, we’re trying to fit in numerous doctor appointments, C’s one-year photo session with a smash cake from a local baker, a family vacation, a family trip to the state zoo…and I know there’s more that I’m forgetting. Plus there’s just so many details involved in moving to a new state. Changes of address, insurance, car title/registration, driver’s license, etc. Since we won’t be able to move to our apartment until the end of June, I’m making lists of what cannot sit in the heat of outdoor storage for a month. I’m planning the system of how we’ll know what to leave in outdoor storage and what will need to be placed indoors. What can we pack now, and what needs to wait until the last few days before the move?
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,Lullaby, rockabye, lullaby loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek-a-boo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby lullaby loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
I ordered this awesome monkey smash cake for C’s 1st birthday photo shoot! Unfortunately, our very pregnant photographer had to reschedule; but our cake baker offered to remake this cake for free. She’s awesome – and so talented!
This week’s Just.Be.Enough Be Enough Me prompt was, “When I look in the mirror…”
This weekend, we celebrated my son’s 1st birthday. I hated most of the pictures of myself from that day. I saw the extra pounds around my waist that I’ve been struggling to get rid of for exactly one year now. I saw the bags under my eyes from my recent insomnia. I saw the anxiety in my eyes, something that I’ve really been struggling with as we’re now a month away from moving out of state.
Since my last few days of blog content have been on the serious side, I wanted to lighten it up today with a few of my favorite recipes that I’ve found on Pinterest. Pinterest is a major time-suck, but it’s a wonderfully mindless site to visit when you’re looking for relaxation and good ideas. You can follow my boards here.
“Be Gentle.” I say these two words to C countless times throughout the day. I don’t know why I don’t apply them to myself. I’ve only had three appointments with my therapist, but I feel like we’ve covered a lot of ground in a short amount of time. At my last appointment, we discussed negative thoughts – how to control them, combat them and make them positive. I realized that I think pretty awful things. Things I could never (and would never) say to someone else.
This post is part of a special Be Enough Me Monday link-up called Change the Conversation, by Just. Be. Enough.
“The mother with PPD.”
“A stay-at-home mom.”
Sweatpants, Law & Order: SVU, and Ben & Jerry’s Half-Baked. I’ve been wallowing a little lately.
Confession: I really want a second baby.
Problem: It’s probably not the right time for us to have baby deuce.
And that makes me sad. When I’m sad, I wallow. And when I wallow, I eat Ben & Jerry’s Half-Baked.
In less than a month, Hubster will graduate and shortly after that, his graduate assistantship will come to an end and we will need to move out of our campus apartment. We don’t know exactly when we’re moving yet; mostly because we don’t know where we’re headed next. Yet, I think I’ve already begun to mentally check out of this place.
$640 million. Can you even fathom that kind of money? Were you one of the people that rushed to the gas station to purchase a ticket for the Mega Millions jackpot this week? We didn’t buy one, but that was only because we forgot! Hubster and I usually play the lottery when the jackpot gets big, because it doesn’t hurt to dream, right?
Pinterest has introduced me to many things, one being clean eating. I had never heard of it before, but basically it’s about putting only natural, nutrient-rich foods into your body. You eat lots of fruits, vegetables, lean meats and grains and rid artificial ingredients (including anything genetically altered) from your diet. This article from the Huffington Post provides a great intro to what clean eating is. The Gracious Pantry is a great blog resource as well.
Whoa, I was wildly productive yesterday. C’s stay with my parents continues, and I am a goal-making, to-do-list-crossing-off machine! BAM!
I’ve been working, running errands, working out, helping Hubster prepare for his placement conference (where he’ll have 12 interviews in 2 days), cleaning and organizing the apartment. I’m pretty much a rockstar.
**A quick disclaimer for my loved ones: When I mention “giving up” below, I’m talking about succumbing to the thoughts that PPD will consume my life forever. I have never experienced thoughts of harming myself. Just wanted to make that clear. Love you all!
Here’s a quote for all of you wonderful parents. Hope you have a very happy Valentine’s Day!
For you see, each day I love you more
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
We’ve been doing this for over a month now, and haven’t had any fast food for that amount of time. Granted, we’ve gotten Subway and Panera; but nothing that you typically associate with the term “fast food.” While we were driving to an adjacent town to pick up a toy for C that I found on Craigslist, we stopped at McDonald’s and decided to split some fries. Delicious in the moment. Bad decision in hindsight.
The rampant heterosexism in our society has never been more clear to me than since I’ve had C. Yes, I dress my son in blue, green, brown, black and red. He doesn’t own any pink shirts; but when he’s old enough to pick out his clothes and tells me he wants a salmon-colored polo, I’ll let him wear it. If he wants to wear this costume on Halloween, I’d buy it for him and proudly stand with him like this awesome mother did. I will play dolls with him if he likes. I will cheer him on at his sport of choice, whether that be dance or football.
Ugh, sometimes I am completely drop-dead exhausted by the time I put C to bed at 7pm. The last thing I want to do is wash his bottles, and I certainly don’t have the energy for P90X. Last night was one of those nights. I melted into the couch and watched The Bachelor, my Monday night trash TV of choice. By the time that was over, it was 9pm and I just felt like cruising Twitter or flipping TV channels.
For a year and a half, I have wracked my brain wondering why my apartment randomly smells like poop sometimes. It would be easy now to blame it on C, but he’s only been around for nearly nine months.
Every time it happens, I walk around my apartment sniffing everything like a bloodhound. The garbage can, the diaper genie, the bathroom, the sink, the refrigerator. I probably look pretty crazy. But how the heck does the smell of poo infiltrate our humble abode? It’s an unsettling problem to have.
Hubster and I are noticing how big our little baby is getting. How do they grow so much, so quickly in their first year?! He used to be only eight pounds, 22.75 inches long, and completely dependent on us. He was so easy to hold and cuddle, and so very tiny.
I sprained my hip. That’s right – my hip. With that information, you might be led to believe that I’m sitting over here with a wrinkly body and white hair. No, I didn’t turn 90 with Betty White this month. I’m 24.
My latest addiction, Pinterest, has brought it to my attention that the most organized people undertake meal planning for their households. Considering my constant struggle for ultimate efficiency, I’ve decided to take on meal planning. I often don’t think about dinner until late afternoon, and then I’m so uninspired to come up with something quickly. Meal planning is also making it easier to grocery shop, because we only buy what we’ll need for the week – and we actually have all of the ingredients for the things I want to make!
Ugh…there are many pet peeves associated with living on a university campus. Hubster’s a residence hall director, so our apartment is located within a residence hall. Even though I’m 24, I often feel extremely old because I’m constantly surrounded by people mostly in the 18-22 range.
Hubster and I were recently sitting in a booth at our local Panera Bread. There are two entrances to this Panera – the main entrance and then a side/back entrance near the bathrooms. I happened to notice a woman come in the back entrance with a Panera soda cup, walk to the soda machine, fill her cup and then leave through the back entrance. I was appalled.
Have you ever watched the Food Network show, “Chopped?” They had several “Chopped” marathons the week after Christmas and we got hooked. The show begins with four chefs making an appetizer out of a basket of required ingredients that don’t seem to go together. It’s a timed competition and their appetizer is judged by three professionals. One person gets chopped. The three remaining compete with an entree, then the two remaining compete with a dessert. It’s so intriguing! Hubster and I are always like, “How are they going to make a dish out of those ingredients?!” Fun, fun.
I am *so* excited to share this deal with you! Right now, there is an unadvertised deal at Target on Desitin Diaper Cream…and an unadvertised sale.
The unadvertised deal is that you will get a $5 Target gift card when you purchase three Desitin Diaper Cream products, through 2/4. The unadvertised sale is that the purple box of Desitin that says “20% more” is ringing up as $2.48. You can score three boxes for free when you print three of these coupons and combine them with the sales: $1.00/1 – Desitin Diaper Rash product, Any (excludes 1 oz.) – (smartsource.com) . You may need to use two computers in order to print three of these, but I was able to do it with one computer.
It wouldn’t come as much of a surprise to anyone who knows me that I have a Type A personality. I’m a multitasking, high goal-setting, competitive, overachieving perfectionist with a constant sense of urgency. I like things done to my standards and I like them done immediately. C is now getting old enough to be throwing toys around, pulling toys out of his basket and leaving a general mess all around him. I freak out about it sometimes.
My sister-in-law shared this quote with me the other day. I’m a big fan of Bill Cosby, and I particularly love this quote. It’s something that I resolved to apply to my life this year.
“I don’t know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody.”
Okay, that title sounds rather conceited; but I’ve realized something needs to change after I’ve put everyone and everything before myself for so long. There are a few things that I want to focus on this year that have been neglected.
I will focus on maintaining healthy habits. While everyone in the world resolves to lose weight and/or get fit in the New Year, this resolution is more about overall health. In 2011, I did not recognize my PPD symptoms because I didn’t make time for myself. If I had delegated any of my time to my own needs, perhaps I would have noticed the signs before my PPD had become so severe. In 2012, I will budget daily time for myself – whether that be in the form of exercise, relaxation or a nap (or a little of each!).
As 2011 comes to a close, I’ve been pondering the life lessons that this year has taught me. Do you also find yourself reflecting on the past year? If so, what are some things that you have learned?
1. Becoming a parent is life-changing. Even though you have the entire pregnancy to prepare for parenthood, the actual transformation is almost instantaneous. Shortly after I had gotten my epidural in the hospital, Hubster went out to get himself dinner. We knew there was a long night of labor ahead of us. I’ll never forget how I shocked my nurse by choosing to lay in silence instead of turning on the television. I told her that my life would never be that quiet again and I wanted to relish in it. Wow, was that the truth. Leaving our home as a couple and returning as a family was an amazing experience for which I don’t think we could have emotionally prepared.
I love making my own baby food. It’s so easy with this Baby Brezza Baby Food Maker that I reviewed last week. It’s great knowing exactly what I’m feeding C. I don’t need to add anything to the fruits and vegetables – just steam, puree and freeze. It’s so cost-efficient, too. Three bananas made 18 servings of food for C!
Oh, the days when we could hop in the car, drive for an hour and arrive at our family’s holiday celebration. Those were the days. Life was so simple. The holidays were so easy. This will be the second year that we’re taking a 5-7 hour road trip (depending on traffic, weather and baby) to spend two weeks living out of a suitcase, splitting time between families and friends. We’re holiday nomads.
You know how every blogger writes the obligatory Thanksgiving post about what they’re thankful for that year? I’ve decided to save us all some time (who has extra time on a holiday, anyway?) and do mine in pictures. Happy Thanksgiving!
At every MOPS meeting, they ask a question that is later tallied and displayed in the newsletter. The latest question was, “What is your favorite Christmas tradition?” It hit me: we don’t have any.
How sad is that?! We spend every holiday season running around visiting family and friends. We’ve never spent a Christmas at home. We don’t have any of our own traditions. I’m hoping that next year, we’ll live close enough to family that we’ll be fortunate enough to celebrate Christmas eve and morning at home as a family of three. I want C to grow up with holidays rich in family traditions.
A friend of mine asked on Facebook yesterday how you know when an acquaintance becomes a friend, or when a friend becomes a best friend. It sparked a conversation about how it becomes more difficult for some – and easier for others – to make new friends as we get older. This topic really got me thinking.
Yes, it’s a bold statement.
I am disappointed in my generation. I am disappointed in their reaction to the Penn State scandal.
I am disappointed that they are more outraged over Joe Paterno getting fired than they are over children being abused.
Yes, I realize it has been six months since my son was delivered via c-section. I never thought it would take this long or be this much work to get back into my pre-pregnancy jeans. It’s been a bit disheartening seeing other moms get back to their pre-pregnancy size, or even smaller, months before I have. But, it’s time to put all that behind me because it’s my time now – I DID IT! Today I was able to button my pre-pregnancy jeans!!!
If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you may know that our family of three lives in quite a small space. I’ve blogged about the challenges of small spaces and products that make life easier. This post on BabyCenter by blogger Sabrina Garibian was recently brought to my attention. She talks about living in a small space – but! – her family of three lives in a two-bedroom condo. Two bedrooms!
I’m either freakishly strong or very unlucky. After returning home recently from errands, I reached for the rear car door handle to get C out of his carseat. I pulled in the typical fashion, with what I thought was normal, appropriate force. Instead of the door opening, however, the handle snapped off and skidded across the sidewalk. I lurched backward in shock, yelling “Holy ****!” I looked in at C, who looked back at me with eyebrows raised. He clearly was thinking the same thing that I vocalized for the both of us. I then looked in front of me at a student who witnessed the entire event. I couldn’t help but laugh. While I was thinking about how great of a story he would have for his friends later, I also made myself look even crazier in the process. I can just hear it now, “You know that lady with the kid? Well…”
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Have you ever seen one of those Top 10 lists of the most useless baby items? If you haven’t, here’s one from Babble. I’ve seen several of these lists in the past few months and a few of my favorite products routinely make the list. I have to respectfully disagree with the following:
You know what I dream about sometimes? Having one whole day of being able to sneak away to pee without C crying. That would be exquisite.
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Did you know that one in every four women will experience domestic violence in her lifetime? Even though I had heard that fact before, it really hit home recently when I heard it in a room with 40 other women at a MOPS meeting. I am part of that statistic. Which of the women around me had experienced domestic violence, or continue to face it? Did the three out of four realize how lucky they are?
Weight loss is not something that I’ve blogged about before. There are many people who know me personally that read this blog, and it’s not a topic that I wanted to share. For some reason, blogging about what breastfeeding does to your body is easy for me but opening up about weight loss is too personal. I’ve decided that maybe if I’m more open about it, it might be an easier journey to be on. So here goes…
Hubster, C and I are preparing to drive to our home state for the weekend. He has an annual weekend with his high school buds. C and I are going to drop him off and spend the weekend with my parents. While Hubster smashes 5 days of work into 4 (during Homecoming week!), I’m trying to get the apartment cleaned and get everything ready to leave for the weekend.
Come over for dinner any night this week and you’ll probably find us having some type of casserole. That’s kind of weird, too, because I rarely make casseroles. There’s something about popping a bunch of ingredients all in one dish that has been very appealing this week.
There are numerous benefits to living on-campus for Hubster’s position as a Hall Director, but there are moments (or nights) when those seem to be outweighed by the negative experiences. Tonight was one of those nights.
Less than two hours after C went to bed, the fire alarm went off. Now, this is not just your typical fire detector. Imagine an air horn siren and flashing strobe lights with a male voice saying, “ATTENTION, ATTENTION. PLEASE MOVE TO YOUR NEAREST EXIT. ATTENTION, ATTENTION.” It is truly terrifying to wake up to that. My poor son woke up to that noise FOUR times tonight. FOUR!
I heard via the wonderful world of Facebook yesterday that my friend was in the hospital to have her baby! Maybe having C made me a softie, but now whenever a friend of mine announces a pregnancy or has a child, I get teary-eyed. It’s a mixture of happiness, nostalgia from a flash of fun memories and excitement because I know the joy she’s about to experience.
These past four months have been quite an adjustment for me, one that I think I’m still going through. I never thought that I would be a stay-at-home mom. I’ve always been a very goal- and career-oriented person (not that people who want to be SAHMs aren’t! I just always thought I’d be a working mom). I ended up being a SAHM out of necessity. Since I wasn’t already in a position of full-time work before I got pregnant with C, I discovered that in the area we live I would need to start in an entry-level position anywhere I applied. Those positions would barely pay enough to offset the cost of daycare. Between missing out on so much time with my son and the cost of daycare, Hubster and I decided that the small amount of take-home pay that I would receive wasn’t worth the hassle.
I was excited to notice how loose the jeans are that I’ve been wearing since having C. So, I thought I’d test my luck and try on all of my old jeans. Um…yeah, that was a bad idea.
My pre-C jeans fit perfectly everywhere except the waist. C killed my mid-section! Ugh. It’s terrible. I need to lose probably another 2-3 inches on my waist before I can fit into those old jeans. Somehow I’ve managed to shrink my thighs and butt back to their pre-C level, but that ol’ waist is hanging tough. C stretched it to the max and I hope it’ll someday shrink back up.
Some cool, autumn-like weather has finally arrived and it is making me SO excited for fall! It’s my favorite season and I think I’m extra excited for it this year because I spent the entirety of Fall 2010 hovering over a bucket with pregnancy-induced dry heaves. Here’s what will be different about this year:
C had his 4-month checkup with his pediatrician today. He showered his nurse and doctor with smiles until that first immunization needle poked his thigh. He’s 13 pounds, 12 ounces and 25 inches long. His weight percentile actually decreased from his last well-child appointment, but we pretty much saw that one coming!
I had the most fabulous Sunday. C slept until SEVEN O’CLOCK! This is huge – he’s been getting up between 5 and 6:30. I had the opportunity to bask in the glow of his smiles before heading over to the gym, where I started doing the Couch to 5k! Since I’ve been working out for weeks, I’m starting on Week 3 (2 minutes of walking, 1 minute of running for 24-30 total minutes). It amazes me how your body gets used to the workouts that you typically do, because running was HARD! I haven’t done any running since C was born.
Earlier this week, I posted about how C has been growing like a weed. I really thought I could still get two more weeks out of the bigger sleepers and onesies. No such luck!
I reluctantly packed away all of C’s 3-month onesies and sleepers, along with his newborn and 0-3 month clothes. It’s so sad to look at those adorable little outfits and fold them up one last time before putting them in a storage bin. My little boy is getting big!
Our local MOMS Club has organized a workout club to train for a 5k at the end of October. I haven’t joined the MOMS Club yet, but now I plan to! It sounds like we’ll be using an adaptation of the Couch to 5k program to prepare. One of my personal fitness goals has always been to complete a 5k. I won’t be concerned with my time, I just want to cross that finish line!
Have you Facebook users noticed this new feature that displays your status from one or two years ago in the right sidebar? It’s pretty cool to see what you were thinking on that day one or two years prior. Today was pretty interesting…
I put a 6-month onesie on C for the first time today – and the length fits perfectly! I’ve noticed that the Carter’s onesies are made for tall and skinny babies, so they have been perfect for C. All of the other 3-6 month onesies are SO wide on him.
Ever watch those baby shows that follow the couple into the delivery room? I used to be obsessed with them. Now, I can’t watch the c-section ones because I know that it happened to me – and it will happen for my subsequent deliveries. The thought of my flesh, muscles and uterus being sliced open and stretched back makes me very squeamish.
C was laying across the boppy in my arms, getting ready for a bottle. He sighed when I popped the bottle into his mouth. Then he crossed his ankles, raised his arms up and folded them up behind his head!
I *so* wish Hubster had been there to get a picture! He always cracks me up.