Get over it

Here's the thing.  Sleep is my friend.  I know this.  I embrace this.  I fail at this.  When I don't get sleep I get all weird like I did yesterday.  So I apologize for posting that.  It wasn't cool.  Wasn't me.  (Seeing as how I am uber-cool)

Little boy has decided that sleep for mommy is like crawling for him.  He wants it, but not enough to actually let it happen.

Yesterday was just one of those days that I will laugh about in restrospect, although it isn't far enough removed for restrospect to be in play yet.  Little boy woke up at 2:30 and didn't go back to sleep until 3:15 and again at 5:30.  Mommy didn't get to bed until midnight (all my fault).  So I got very little sleep.  And given his recent tendency to bite me, I no longer fall asleep while nursing him.

Then I couldn't get him to take his nap, he was crying and it just isn't like him.  Daddy swooped in to save the day, must to my disappointment.  Disappointed that mommy wasn't the cure-all.  Then I was sufficiently late for work.  But I had to stop by Chick fil a and get a tray because we were having a breakfast meeting and we all brought in stuff.  So I got a coke and some hash browns to go with it.  I know, breakfast of champions.  My hash browns ended up on the floor of my car after I stopped at a stop light and the drink ended up with a puncture the size of a straw.  That would be from the straw after I bent over to pick up said hash browns from the floor.  Don't worry, I waited until I was in the parking lot at work to do this.

That was the last straw.  Literally and figuratively.  I was just done.  Then one of my awesome coworkers was walking by my car, saw the poured out coke and hashbrown on the ground and made the mistake of asking if I needed help.  Poor guy.  He is married and has children so I'm sure he is empathetic.  But I still started to cry.  And I hate crying. 

With the help of caffeine I made it through the day and by the time I got home and saw my sweet boy all was better.  And I actually got some sleep last night so all is well.  Well, mostly well.  Well, there are still a million things I would change but not today.  Today is not for worry about what might be but for appreciation of what is.  "Is" may not be perfect, but it is mine and I'll make the best of it all.

Make it stop

Please, make it stop.  Please, please, please.  Let this day be over before something else happens.  Let this day end without "it" happening. 

Sadly, "it" is a number of things. 

Sorry, faithful reader, today is just a bad day.  Better posts later.

He says he is sorry

I have this BFF.  She is pretty cool.  We've only had one fight that I can think of and it was because I wouldn't buy some stupid pants that she said looked good on me but I didn't like them.  She was brave enough to take me shopping to begin with because I absolutely hate it. 

There is a problem though.  Apparently my son isn't fond of her.  Every time he sees her, he cries.  Every. Time.  We can't figure out why.  Was it because she had gum?  I don't know?  Was it because she had a sucker in her mouth?  I don't know.  Is it her daughter?  I don't know.  Was it her dark hair?  I don't know.  You get the point. 

This weekend we met them at the park down the street.  Little boy had just woken up and eaten so he had everything necessary to make him happy.  I was nervous.  My little boy needs to like my BFF.  I will use her to babysit.  He must have heard my pleas because he didn't cry! 

So he threw up on her instead.  Maybe he got it out of his system.  (pun intended)

Do as I say, Not as I do

My mother-in-law was extremely sweet to me this weekend and brought me a cake for my birthday.  I'm not supposed to eat a lot of gluten which bascially means it is all I want to eat.  Preferably in the form of cakes and cookies.  And brownies.  And bread with butter. 

I put the cake (in its box) into the oven to keep it fresher.  I'm not sure if it is true the oven will keep it fresher than the counter.  Anyway, I went to cook my gluten free lunch and turned the oven on to 400.  I didn't remember the cake until the buzzer went off telling me it had reached temperature. 

Cakes don't smell very good after that type of traumatic event.  So always look in the oven before you turn it on.

And if anyone wants to buy me a cake since I ruined this one, that would be might nice of you!  I'll take chocolate. 

The first of many

Dear Little Boy,

This has been an interesting week!  You had your first bloody nose.  I'm not gonna lie.  I cried a bit.  Apparently you did not.  You are such a vivacious little boy that you got a little too excited with one of your toys and whacked yourself in the nose.  Needless to say that toy has since been put up.  Your nose was still swollen a bit when I got home and I had the yucky task of getting dried blood out the next morning.  All is well now and somehow  I  you survived.  I have to keep telling myself you are probably going to have a few of those during your childhood.  My dad told me yesterday that I was a daredevil when I was young.  Couple that with your dad's natural inquisitiveness and we may have created an Emergency Room regular.

You are sprouting two new teeth which have caused me considerable pain, joy, and bleeding.  How, do you ask, are all three possible at the same time?  Well, I shall tell you.  First, you like to bite.  I understand your gums are hurting and you need relief.  I am not to be that relief.  Saturday morning you needed a lot of relief which led to me crying.  Mostly out of frustration and tiredness, but crying nonetheless.  Your daddy came and got you and was taking you in another room when you clearly and unmistakably called out "mama".  Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Sweetest words I ever heard.  Well, sweetest word.  Instantly I felt better.  Until you bit me again.

Sunday was my bday and your 7 month bday!  It is just you and me all week because your daddy went out of town for work.  Maybe you missed him, but you bit me again and made me bleed.  I'd finally had enough.  I called the lactation consultant and she gave me some helpful ideas and I'm going to try them out.  Hopefully we can nip this in the bud as I'm not mentally ready to stop nursing. 

So I am going to make a deal with you.  You stop biting, and I'll keep feeding.  It is a win-win.

I love you,
Mommy

Overdue

Dear Little Boy,

This letter is late because your mommy is slack.  I'll try to be better.

You're growing up so fast.  You'll be 7 months old this weekend.  Someone once said that life before children was black and white and with children everything was in color.  I can completely understand what they mean.  Life before you was good, but it wasn't complete. 

You have two teeth now!  You got your first one on Father's Day.  I wish I would have known that was going to happen and I wouldn't have bought your daddy a present.  Help me out next time.  You're also sitting up on your own really well!  Of course,  you fell over twice today so it is a work in progress. 

Right now your favorite toys are numerous!  You love the remote, mommy's very expensive phone, an inexpensive teether that is awesome, mommy's hair, and tags.  You have this adorable snorty thing you do when you get really excited.  It's a cross between lamaze breathing sounds and a pig.  Oh, and you do snort sometimes...just like your mommy. 

You love Lucy.  She is your favorite and you will stop what you are doing anytime she walks in the room.  She gets great smiles from you and she loves you right back.  You also flirt with every woman you see.  Anytime we go out to eat or are in line anywhere you will inevitably smile for all the women. 

You've already been to your first (and second) baseball game.  I'm not sure what you think of it yet.  But you did get a fly ball on your first trip!  I've never gotten one so that is a huge deal.  You've also been to the beach!  There was a faceplant in the sand so I think the pool was more your speed.

I like to take you for walks after work.  You love walks.  You generally love being outside and I love spending that time with you.  It's our special thing. 

And do you know what?  You make me special, little boy.

I love you,
Mommy

Never Ever

I recently learned you should never say never.  Unless, of course, you are saying never to say that you will never say never. 

Then I think you are safe.