The Triple Chin

I'm proud to announce the appearance of the elusive third chin! Yippee! This will be the only time in Junior's life that he can be proud of his third chin. Before it appeared he resembled Mr. Magoo. Even down to the wrinkles.

Life is definetely different with two children. I've been battling with guilt over who I'm supposed to pay attention to more. I get sad for Junior when I think back to how much one on one time Booger had at this age but then I get sad for Booger when I'm spending too much time taking care of Junior. So it's been a very interesting journey for me this week, trying to balance out who gets me when.

Booger is definetely feeling the changes too. She had a major meltdown on Monday. I've never seen her cry so hard. She finally fell asleep crying but then woke up a half hour later in the same state of yelling panic. I felt so bad for her.

Hubby gets to come home early today (hopefully) which is going to be nice. He gets really great paternity leave but this is the busiest and most stressful few weeks of work for him right now so he hasn't been able to get away and help me. It will be so nice to have him home. I need a nap!

I'm also excited because I think my girlie parts are starting to feel better and that I'll be able to exercise more now. We went for a walk last night and besides being out of shape I didn't hurt when we got home! It Rocked! So hopefully between Weight Watchers, breastfeeding and some exercise I can get this ginormous butt gone and start wearing my pre preggo pants again. And if I'm lucky maybe my boobies will shrink too! (they're obscene right now...or proportional if you're looking at my ass too)

Happy Birthday!

It's been one week and he's still alive! WAHOO! We're totally awesome at this parenting thing. They are still breathing...that's the ultimate goal right?

It's been an adventurous week. He's an AWESOME baby as far as neediness is concerned. He eats, sleeps and craps. He's only had two bouts of crying and I'm pretty sure it's due to the pepperoni pizza I had the other night. Either due to the dairy and spice or because it was pizza hut and not Moose's Tooth.

The first crying fit was in the middle of the day on Thursday. Hubby had gone to work to the 2nd worst day at his job ever and I was having a "baby blues" day. I woke up feeling needy and weepy. Turns out that I was more than weepy. Baby was crying and I was crying and booger was saying, "mama, are you sad?" which just made me wail louder. It was pathetic. But we weathered the storm and his tummy settled down enough for us all to get some (not a lot, but some) sleep.

Sleep. What is that? I had forgotten about the 2 hour catnaps between feedings. I find myself totally wacky at 2 AM and unable to determine how long baby has eaten for. Which means he could wake me up much sooner than two hours later, but I don't care at that moment. I just want to dive into dreamland.

And of course all of the advice is that I should be napping when the baby sleeps, but that advice doesn't say what to do with your two year old while you're napping. Do you chain them up? Do you just let them out the front door to play. Booger is mature enough to take care of herself right? Maybe I could start sending her down to the corner market when she wants a banana instead of getting up and walking over to the kitchen counter. Not a bad idea.

So, to sum up - baby is doing great, eating great, sleeping great and completely adorable. We are slowly adjusting to life with another person in the house and I'm anxious to get moving again. I'm still recovering, but I'm trying to get out and move around as much as possible. Hopefully I'll be able to wear my "fat" pants soon. ALTHOUGH, I went below the 200 lb mark today! YAY! Moving on down!

Happy Birthday!

It's been one week and he's still alive! WAHOO! We're totally awesome at this parenting thing. They are still breathing...that's the ultimate goal right?

It's been an adventurous week. He's an AWESOME baby as far as neediness is concerned. He eats, sleeps and craps. He's only had two bouts of crying and I'm pretty sure it's due to the pepperoni pizza I had the other night. That or it was because it was pizza hut and not Moose's Tooth.

The first crying fit was in the middle of the day on Thursday. Hubby had gone to work to the 2nd worst day at his job ever and I was having a "baby blues" day. I woke up feeling needy and weepy. Turns out that I was more than weepy. Baby was crying and I was crying and booger was saying, "mama, are you sad?" which just made me wail louder. It was pathetic. But we weathered the storm and his tummy settled down enough for us all to get some (not a lot but some) sleep.

Sleep. What is that? I had forgotten about the 2 hour catnaps between feedings. I find myself totally passed out and unable to determine how long baby has eaten for. Which means he could wake me up much sooner than two hours later, but I don't care at that moment. I just want to dive into dreamland.

And of course all of the advice is that I should be napping when the baby sleeps, but that advice doesn't say what to do with your two year old while you're napping. Do you chain them up? Do you just let them out the front door to play. Booger is mature enough to take care of herself right? Maybe I could start sending her down to the corner market when she wants a banana instead of getting up and walking over to the kitchen counter. Not a bad idea.

So, to sum up - baby is doing great, eating great, sleeping great and completely adorable. We are slowly adjusting to life with another person in the house and I'm anxious to get moving again. I'm still recovering, but I'm trying to get out and move around as much as possible. Hopefully I'll be able to wear my "fat" pants soon. ALTHOUGH, I went below the 200 lb mark today! YAY! Moving on down!