Pumpkin Picking: A Day in Pictures

BIG boy

I took my littlest babe to the pediatrician on Wednesday for his 2 month check-up. 2 months already! That sounds so big, like he isn't a teeny tiny baby anymore. Anyways, the pediatrician we seen was an older gentlemen. And by older, I mean older than dirt. He was probably closing in on 80. He gave me lots of outdated advice, like to retract my son's foreskin, to feed my 8 week old cereal, and to drink some wine before bed (in the hopes that it will sedate my wakeful babe). Old people! They are so crazy.

So, the wee little babe is 14 pounds! I knew he was starting to look like the classic chubby baby, but I had no idea that he had basically doubled his birth weight! My boobs are amazing, milk making machines. I think my overabundant milk supply is the source of my mastitis problems. I often wake up so engorged that I HAVE to pump. I know that this is only making the milk problem worse, but I can't walk around with bowling balls on my chest all day.

Guppy is doing great. In the past few weeks, I have noticed a definite increase in his awareness. He stares at people. He coos. He smiles (but very rarely). His little personality is already forming, and it is amazing to watch him change and grow. I just love that little babe so freaking much. I want to cuddle him and kiss him and nibble his chubby cheeks all day.

My son is such a boy

Izzy drew a picture for me...
It is kind of hard to see (he used Colorwonder markers on regular paper), but note the huge boobs. Lovely.

Home is the funnest place on earth

Remember when I told you about feeling guilty for never doing anything fun with the kids? Well Tuesday night the library was having story time from 6:30 - 7:30. Since we haven't been since mid-summer, I asked John to take the kids. It was a "fall" themed story hour and the kids were supposed to bring in 3-4 different leaves.

At about 4pm, I took the kids outside and collected leaves. When we got back inside, I noticed there was a message on the phone. I checked it, and of course it was my husband telling me that he had to work late and wouldn't be home to take the kids to the library. Because I wanted to have fun with the kids, I decided that I would take all three kids to story time, even though the baby can be SUPER fussy in the evenings.

Long story short, story time sucked ass. I left early with 2 of my 3 kids screaming and crying. I learned my lesson. It is more fun to just stay home.

Mommy guilt

A list of things I currently feel guilty about...

* Ignoring my older children while attending to the younger one.
* Putting the baby in the swing for all his naps.
* Kicking my husband out of our bedroom.
* Letting my newborn scream every time we get in the car.
* Never taking Porgie and Izzy anywhere fun.
* Getting frustrated with my son constantly. Have I mentioned that he sticks his hands in his butt?
* Letting Porgie and Izzy watch entirely too much television.

It is so hard being the mom. Being responsible for everyone. Worrying about everyone. Making sure everyone is getting everything they need to grow and thrive. It is exhausting and overwhelming. If I could just turn off my brain and stop over analyzing everything, we would be fine. But instead, I fret and worry about all the little stuff that doesn't really matter. And I sit around feeling guilty.

This is my life?

So, I suffered through mastitis again. Admittedly, this bout was not nearly as bad as the first, but it still sucked. I think I am allergic to my baby! My boobs do not like him.

Things have been relatively good over here. The kids are still alive, I manage to make dinner every night, and sometimes I even clean the house! I often feel like I have nothing to say on the old blog anymore. Maybe this stems from the fact that I rarely ever leave the house.

Guppy is going through this horrible phase where he just can't seem to figure out how to sleep anymore. He takes all these crappy little catnaps and refuses to go back to sleep. And then he starts with the fussing. OH MY GOD newborns are annoying!

Izzy is going through a horrible phase where he sticks his finger in his butt all the time. The kid's hands ALWAYS smell like shit. "WASH YOUR HANDS!" is basically the only thing I say to him anymore. I am sure there are butt germs all over my entire house.

Porgie and John are not currently annoying me.

So, that sums up life over here in Cakerwakerville. I think I might mix things up today and go to Target. EXCITING! Could I be any more boring?

Round 2

I have mastitis again. Seriously, I just want to curl up on the couch and cry. Will this ever end?