I think we’re better. I’m not sure because every time I call it, someone throws up again. So until I have more to talk about than puke, I’m posting a big picture dump. It’s been a while anyway.
Bangs have since been trimmed
Humongous.
Mmmm. Fingers.
Passed out in the playroom.
Now you’re all caught up.
The end.
There is no way I can go without sharing this pic.
Not even a little biased when I say LOOK AT HIM! He is freaking adorable! Holy crap I made a cute boy.
So I was looking for Smushy’s weight at 4 months to compare to Doodles since we just had his appointment. I’m sure I have it written in a book somewhere, but I was sitting here and figured it’d be easier to just look it up on my old blog. It’s set to private now and I had to figure out what my old log-in info was just to view it. I read a few from the beginning and it highlighted how completely different I am now. I used to be honest*. Or at least I was in one entry. And I actually blogged about the day to day with Smushy. I’m sure it was boring to 99% of those who happened upon it. But it was mine. And really enjoyed re-reading it. I liked being reminded of the new mother jitters and worries and joys that I probably overlook not being a first time mom these days. I wrote huge posts every month for Smushy. While Doodle gets nothing. Or at least very little.
*This is not to say I am now dishonest. I just mean I wasn’t afraid to voice my opinion while now I avoid conflict because I’m always too worried about offending someone. Pathetic.
So I decided to go back to the way it was. Turn this into a journal for my kids and for myself. Let’s be honest, it’s not like I’m doing anything else with it. I’m excited about this. And I know most people will think it’s stupid. But this is for me.
I like three.
Three years ago on July 14th I was as big as a house, impatiently waiting for Smushy to make her appearance and change my life forever.
One year ago on July 14th I saw this
and knew my life was about the change all over again.
Today is my best friend’s due date. Her daughter will be 4 months younger than Doodle. Smushy is 3 weeks younger than her son.
July 14th is a good day.
Did you know when you own the domain and have a host for your blog, you have to pay, even if you’re not blogging. Yeah. I should probably start blogging again to make it worth it.
Let’s see, where to start?
We’re doing ok. Better than I expected, really. Smushy loves school. She doesn’t cry when I drop her off. She naps (sometimes). She eats lunch (Ok, once.) She asks to go to school on non-school days. She’s excited when I pick her up and tells me about her day. I am thrilled. I enrolled Doodle for drop-in care and he goes for a few hours once a week. It’s my only break, so I treasure it. I like having the time to get shopping done or clean the house or watch a movie without kids. It’s nice. I don’t know that he’ll keep going once Mr. Silly gets home, but for now it’s good.
Mr Silly is busy. Working a lot and not much free time. He’s called a few times. To be honest, we’re both pretty distant right now. I update about the kids and send the occasional picture. He talks about work as much as he’s able to say. But for the most part, we’ve been disconnected. I think it’s normal. We’re both busy and aren’t able to share the day to day. I miss him like crazy, of course. It will be better once he’s home.
Smushy’s 3rd birthday is right around the corner. My family is driving up to celebrate, so I’ve been trying to clean the house. Technically, I’m still working on unpacking the upstairs. The problem is that I’m only up there to sleep. Out of sight, out of mind and all that. Unfortunately, everyone is staying with us, so I absolutely have to have everything done. Su-uck. Slow and steady.
Doodle is amazing. He is the happiest baby. So smiley and giggly and I totally dig him. He is so sweet and fun. I had a really hard time in the beginning. I never really went into it on here, but it was Bad. Very bad. I’m too ashamed to go into it now. But now? Things are so good. I’m more patient. I’m calmer. He’s easier in general. I think he was sensitive to something in my breastmilk and showed that sensitivity by freaking the hell out constantly. So I stopped. Months ago, in fact. I still don’t know how I feel about it. On one hand, it so isn’t how I wanted it to be. I wanted to do it for as long as possible. On the other hand, as soon as I stopped, we were so much happier. All of us. The difference was amazing. And with Mr. Silly leaving and the PPD, I just know it was the right decision for us. But I’m sad. And I feel guilty sometimes. But it’s ok. We’re ok.
Pictures!
Look at that little grin
My girl. Cost of one ponytail? One bowl of chocolate ice cream.
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