My chubby man

As expected, Guppy first year is zipping by at lightening quick speed.  My teeny tiny tired newborn has transformed into a very wakeful and adventurous baby boy.  He is so cute and cuddly and perfect.  I could stare at him for hours (actually I do!).  I just love him to pieces.

 

 

Confession time

A few months ago, I decided that Guppy needed to learn to self-soothe.  For 9 days, I put him in his crib awake for naps.  He cried for nearly an hour twice a day for NINE DAYS.  It was making us all miserable, so I decided that perhaps he just wasn't ready to self-soothe.  We reverted back to our old habit of me nursing him to sleep and placing him in his swing.  That was in April.  It is now June, and I still haven't mustered the strength or courage to let him cry alone in his crib...

He is way too big for that darn swing.  It won't even push him anymore.  The motor chugs and chugs, but the seat and the baby remain motionless.  I know that I need to get him in his crib, but I just can't seem to make the transfer from arms to mattress without waking him.  So if I want him in his crib, I need to teach him how to self-soothe.  And I am just not ready yet.

How I became a minimalist

I managed to make Father's Day pretty miserable for John.  I was in a mood.  Ladies, you know what I am talking about.  I was PISSED OFF about EVERYTHING - neighbors having loud parties (complete with loud music and drunk idiots), my mother's refusal to call me back (apparently, she plans on avoiding me for the rest of my life), John's desire to spend half of Father's Day at his friend's house (I thought he might want to spend time with his kids.   I was wrong), and blah blah blah.  It was nothing really, but combined, these small problems turned me into a crazy woman.

After spending half of the day feeling like I could rip someone's head off, I decided to put my anger and frustration to good use.  I cleaned out my closet.  I had a million articles of clothing stuffed into that small space.  A MILLION.  I had tons of fancy shirts, slacks, and skirts from my pre-baby days.  I haven't put on any of those clothes in over 6 years.  I tossed 90% of them out.  My days are spent wearing jeans and tee shirts, so my closet should probably reflect that.

I don't know how I feel about this huge purge of clothing.  On one hand, it feels good to get rid of all the clutter.  On the other hand, it kind of feels like I just gave away my old identity.  But regardless of my identity crisis, my closet is clean and organized. 

My minivan loaded up with half of my worldly belongings...