Look who’s getting fat…

 

 

Isaac is starting to pull out of that awkward skinny new baby that looks like a baby bird phase.

 

And is plumping up quite nicely.

(Although he is still sporting the 80-year old man look)

He is currently in 3-6 month clothes, and the snaps are straining across the ol’ belly…

At my six week check up today (and you moms know what that means…sigh…)  my OB said that, as far as she could remember, he was the FATTEST six week old that she had ever seen!!

And really, the only thing that could have made me happier (I LOOOOVE fat babies)

was if she had said that I was the SKINNIEST six week postpartum mom she’d ever seen.

 

But, alas, she did not.  So here I sit, munching on baby cheeks.

Care to join?

Lately

I've been having some trouble blogging.

And it's not just because the boys seldom nap at the same time and Isaac is still night-owlin' it until midnight. Although that has a lot to do with it.

I have been having some trouble finding content to blog about.

Sure, I have a plethora of adorable pictures of the boys, but I hate to only post those and make you guys tell me a million times how cute my kids are. (But feel free.)

So what else can I post about?

Would you like to hear how many poopy diapers I change in a day? (at least 4)

Or how, when I went on a date with Brian last night ( Miniature golf and go-karts = romance for us!) I wore my pre-pregnancy jeans unzipped with a long coat on top, just because I can't stand to wear my maternity jeans anymore? (Pride, silly pride.)

I'm not complaining about my life right now, I love it! But it is not glamorous, not witty, and...well..it's kind of gross a lot of the time.

Like last week when I went to run errands, forgetting to put nursing pads in my bra, and ended up in Fred Meyer with two wet patches on my shirt and no way to cover it.

Or like today when I was at the mall with Joseph and, before I could stop him, he ate a piece of popcorn- off of the ground.

Or maybe how, just now when I was walking back from the bathroom, I stepped in a puddle of spit-up (read:baby puke) on the carpet, soaking my sock, and yet I kept walking.

See? That kind of stuff.

Should I really blog about that?

Well, okay.

Do you see what I'm up against?

I have been distracted from blogging by some serious cuteness. I thought that maybe if I shared some you would forgive me?
(My Google Reader has 208 unread items if that tells you anything)

Who wants to look at a computer when they have this sweet face looking up at them until midnight?!












I'll tear myself away soon.

U is for Umbrella

What do you do when your little boy really wants to use an umbrella,

 

and you live in a place with hardly any precipitation?

Improvise!

This is what 3 hours of (non-consecutive) sleep looks like.

 

(you may notice that Isaac looks downright perky)

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If you had told me, before I was a mom, that I could exist on basically no sleep, I would have had a hard time believing you.

I love sleep.  I mean, I looooooooooooooove my sleep. 

If given the choice between a huge hot fudge sundae with peanuts, m&ms, and sprinkles,  and a 30 minute nap I would…well…hmmm…hard to say, but you get the idea.

I was the kid who conked out at 10pm at sleepovers.  I used to beg my mom to forbid me from attending all-nighters at my church. 

To me sleep=life.

And yet, here I am.

After a horrendous night (at 3 hours, doesn’t it actually qualify as a really good nap?), I am still standing.

Sure, I may have cursed silently when Joseph woke up (“Dora? Dora?  Dora, Mommy?  Dora?  Watch a movie?”) at 5 freakin’ am.

Yes, I may have prayed without ceasing that Joseph would take a long nap (not so much.)

Isaac may have been called “Joseph” about 3 trillion times. (second child, and all that.)

And I may have looked up from where I was zoned out, nursing Isaac to find Joseph inexplicably running around naked.

But, I survived.

.

I played with sidewalk chalk.

I took the boys to the park.

I did stickers.

I received an adorable First Smile from Isaac. (survival mechanism, I’m sure.)

My laundry is done (not put away, but done).

I made banana bread.

And it only took 2 large cups of coffee (drink up, Isaac!) and a short nap for me to make it through.

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I have found that motherhood gives you a strength that you don’t know you have.

When your body screams “Let them cry!  You need sleep!” your biological motherly-urges get you out of bed and over to that crying kid as fast as you can.  And smiling, no less!  (If baring your teeth can count as a smile…)

Motherhood can make you do what, just a few years ago, you may have deemed impossible, torturous, and insane. 

Those crazy hormones!

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Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am off to get ready for bed in the hopes that Isaac will cooperate.

Because I may be a mother, but I’m still only human.

And I am tired.

1 month old

Dear Isaac,

It is hard to believe that it has been a month since you joined our family!

But, also, it is hard to imagine what life was like without you.

You are so relaxed and mellow.

So easy and enjoyable.

Except for this past week, from about 5pm – midnight. 

You have us a little worried.

We will love you through it.

And thank you for the smile that you gave me today (your first official one!)  It made it all worthwhile. 

Can’t wait to see what happens next with you, but please stay little for a while longer!

love you,

Mommy

 

 

 (thinking the couch cushion is a boob.)

 (finding out that it’s not.)

Booties

 

Don’t these baby booties make your ovaries ache?

 

If I didn’t already have one, I would seriously consider having a baby just so that they can wear these beauties.

Hand-knit by TREX Mom, you will see them in MANY pictures in the future!  Thank you so much- we love them!!!