You are my Sunshine!

One day I will have something to talk about other than my son, not today. 

Have a great weekend everyone.

 

Where have I been?

I don’t know, I don’t know what happened in the past week that kept me from posting.  I do know that in the past week I have not slept more than a few hours at a time, that alone makes your brain fall out.  Nathan decided to tease us on Wednesday and sleep for FIVE hours straight  Then the little bugger went back to this must eat constantly stage.  It’s nearly killing me.  I’m so tired I can’t see straight, I’m lucky if I have the energy to shower at night when Mike gets home, I’m haggard. My friends noticed how out of it I am on no sleep, they called it the “baby dumbs.”  I’m tied but happy and so incredibly in love with my family that it makes me tired too, so add the two together and I’m walking on my lips people.  Gah!

On Saturday Nathan turned 7 weeks, on Sunday we finally locked our door behind the last of our guests.   Seven weeks of family and friends coming just to meet this child of ours.   It was incredible to see our parents and sisters meet our little man,  it was painful when they left.  We enjoyed everyone so much and so appreciated all of the help, we are so very blessed.  That being said (you could tell this was coming right)  I am so happy to be able to shower at 10pm and not have to get out of the house during the day when the baby was up  All. Night. Long.  It’s awesome to just whip out a boob when N is hungry rather than cover up or leave the room.  Now that everyone has come and gone I’m going to try and get some sort of schedule going around here.  Right now I’m trying to get back to a  3+ hour feeding schedule so our nights get back on track, I have yet to get to the gym and still have a load of weight to loose (but am just 1 size above my pre baby size, about 13 lbs still to loose) and we need to get out of the house a bit, even if just to run errands.  So, thats sort of where things are now.  Trying to settle in, better late than never.

My baby is gigantic, I don’t know what happened to that little baby I brought home from the hospital.  This one has 3 rolls in his thighs and more in his neck, he is a chunky monkey!  I can’t wait until his 2 month check up to find out how much he weighs.  He smiles and laughs and bats at his toys, loves to watch his mobile and is now watching us from across the room. It is all so much fun I can’ take it, when he giggles…. uhg.

 Everything is really great, we are just tired.  Here is the big boy.

First Thanksgiving- it was snowing but you can hardly tell.

Check out those cheeks

Shows over…

Traditions

Living thousands of miles away from family during the holidays really puts a damper on the way things are supposed to be.

 Growing up Thanksgiving was a great holiday.  Grandma would pop the turkey in the oven and we would either hang out watching football or head to the mountains for inter-tubing and sledding, years later the sledding swapped for cutting down our trees.    Early evening would come and we would all meet back at Grandmas for a the huge dinner. Mom would make a pie per person,  everyone was to have their favorite.  There isn’t anything spectacular about these memories and there was always some big fight either between the kids or the adult-kids but it was our thing.  I loved it.

This year marks our 7th away from our families.  We are trying to create new traditions for this holiday since we wont ever fly far for it, we save that for Christmas.  This  has been hard.  A few years that we lived in NC we drove to FL to be with my Step Family and my Dad, a couple years we went it alone.  Now here we are in OH, last year our friends from NC made the 8+ hour drive to be here with us.  We had a great weekend, eating and shopping and sort of feeling like we had created our own little family.  This year they are coming back!  Two days, just two days and my house will be full of love and smells of warm turkey and sounds of laughter,  and don’t forget Guitar Hero.  If these are not the makings of new tradition I don’t know what are. 

I’m so thankful for these friends who make sure we are together.  I love them, and am proud to have them in my family.  Who says family has to be blood?  Now, as Mike and are have our own family its time to make some new traditions, and this is a perfect fit.

Wordless Wednesday: My tired boys

Best Friends

I have been asked a few times how Bruno is adjusting to the baby.  I am happy to say very well.  The first night home from the hospital was hard on him.  When Nathan would wake in the night and cry Bruno would go nuts.   He sleeps gated in the kitchen,  not being able to come and check out the source of this noise made him crazy.  The second night, he was adjusted.  He seems to actually like him,  he comes over and gently licks his foot, head or whatever he can reach.  He sits next to me on the couch when I am nursing him.  He pretty much acts as though nothing has changed.   He seems to be happy just hanging out where ever we are.  I hope B lives long enough for them to become buddies.

Geeze, think there are enough blankets?  One is Nathans, one mine, one Brunos.  It’s not even cold down here.

Please spare me from any stories you know of someones dog eating a baby… I never leave the two unattended.

I don’t even know me anymore

I have gone to the dark side!  It’s not even my fault.  I got all of this stuff as shower gifts and then my sister in law comes to visit for a week and we are on some city wide hunt for the best supply stores and OMG before you know it…… I’m a scrapbooker!  What’s next, Tupperware party’s?   Send Help!

The Green Light

I saw my OB yesterday for my post partum check up and all is well.  I got the okay to resume all  normal activities.  As if!  Sure,  I will just run over to the gym this afternoon for a  workout.  I’m sure that last nights 3 hours of sleep is plenty to fuel a good weight-loss run.  Heh!

On the weight front, that’s actually going fairly well considering I’m not really on a diet and not getting much exercise aside from waking the dog and Nathan a few days per week.  In 4 weeks I have lost 28 lbs.  Sounds fantastic but I have a LOT of work to do to get the rest off and for this deflated body to look somewhat like its old self again.  I am really hopeful that I can get back into my real clothes by Christmas… though I don’t think my tops will fit by then.   Even if I loose it all the milk bar will still be up and running.

I am exhausted but I think I am getting used to it.   Sure, I get cranky as hell come evening sometimes but I’m functioning.   The house and laundry are kept up, but I will admit that I’m lucky to get my teeth brushed by noon on most days.   I thought I would be ready for a moms group by now but I’m not.  I’m not ready to have to get out of the house at a certain time,  I can’t force the baby to eat when he is asleep just so we can get out.  Yesterday was a perfect example with my Dr apt.   He was nursing while I was having my exam.   He isn’t on any sort of schedule, he just eats when he is hungry and sleeps when he is tired.  Must be nice!  He is still a really calm sweet boy.  Crying when he needs something but we did have our first real belly ache this week.  It was awful!  He was uncomfortable for a good 16 hours.  We had to hold him most of the time, he just kept crying and passing gas. Poor guy, apparently dried cranberries are evil! Aside from that day we are still doing well.  Still having fun with him every day, watching him grow and discovering new things around him every day.  Who would have thought that watching      your baby look at himself in the mirror would be the highlight of your day?

Some random pictures….