Heaven Help Me When She Go To College!!

  I got a little nutty last year when Syd first started preschool. I thought it was just because it was such a last minute mad rush to get her signed up and ready to go! ( She was only potty trained like a week before school started!) I thought I made myself crazy by trying to create a fun last day of summer! ( There is a blog post about that and potty training if you want a better understanding) Yeah, it appears as if I have a bit of a tough time dealing with my baby growing up! Apparently, I don't handle it so well!
   It wouldn't be right if I didn't set the stage with the night before school. I had almost everything ready to go. Everyone's clothes were laid out, even mine! Milks were poured for the kids at breakfast. Purse, diaper bag, and back pack were all lined up near the door. We did not have a family photo and a picture of her having fun this summer that her letter from her teacher said she needed.  There seemed to be a little communication issue about what she needed between me and Stephen, the tech guy of the family.  There may have been some screaming at 9pm about pictures not being good enough and getting butts to CVS stat! (side note: how sad is it that the only family photo we could find was an instagram selfie!Yikes!)

 Okay, the big day!!! Nathan woke me up at 4:30 so we had PLENTY of time to get ready! We were dressed and bored waiting. I decided to leave a bit early because of  road construction. I started looking in my purse for my keys. Can't find them! I swore I put them in there yesterday at Church. I checked the diaper bag. NOTHING! I pulled everything out of my purse and put on a huge fake grin as I panicked. I then checked all my regular spots and checked up stairs. NO WHERE TO BE FOUND! They can't.... No, I would have noticed if they fell out...... not possible.... let me check just to be sure. Oh yes, my keys are sitting on the floor on the passenger side of my LOCKED van!  I started freaking out! I was seriously considering breaking a window. I kinda felt like Cam on Modern family when Lilly was locked in the car.  I ran back into the house and started calling Stephen. He didn't pick up. I called again and again and again and again.  Visions of my baby being so late to school and having a bad first day filled me with rage! I texted him and then called my mom. She didn't pick up. I called my in laws and cried as I told them what happened. They said they would come right away. I decided to try Stephen one more time.  He was only halfway through his "hello" before I transformed into the psycho version of myself!  He didn't answer and our daughter's life was going to be ruined if she was late. RUINED!! I SCREAMED at him and told him to get home NOW to unlock the van!  I called my in laws and told them that they didn't have to come anymore, Stephen was on his way. They asked if there was anything else they could do. I said no and then I might have told them that they should probably say their "goodbyes" to their son because I was going to kill him. And by might of, I mean I definitely said those exact words! Stephen pulled up and had the van doors opening before he even had his car to a complete stop. We each threw a kid in the car and took off. Instead of going straight back to work, Stephen came with us. He must have seen the crazy in my eyes and knew i needed back up. We were much later than I had planned but didn't need to go to the office and there were still a few kids also coming in.  As we were leaving and putting Nathan in the car, Stephen was commenting about being yelled at last night and in the morning. Then he said something like at least you didn't call me a bad word today. I asked him if he checked his text messages yet!!! Oops!

S is for sleep deprivation, stupidity, and sobbing

    Life hasn't really knocked me down, but sometimes it decides to stick it's finger less than an inch from my face and play the I'm not touching you game. There are no major long term effects, but just the right amount of torture and irritation to make you crazy.  Lack of sleep seems to be the common theme of all my mini disasters this week.  When my brain is fully refreshed, it notices all the HUGE warning signs before trouble happens.  Without sleep, I am just a super moron!


Who ya gonna call??? Nobody, you idiot!
     In my defense, I barely got any sleep the night before. There were not one but two middle of the night bed wetting and sheet changes. Then Nathan woke me up early! Your brain would be slow too!
    Later that morning, I needed to get a shower and the kids wanted to play with shaving cream. They love to play with it so I thought, "great, I'll put it on the table and they will be completely entertained while I'm in the shower!" *coughs* Idiot! *coughs*  I ran upstairs and put my phone behind the bathroom sink faucet. YEAH! Then I went to my room to grab my clothes.  I decided to, for once in my life, put a little effort into it and ironed my shirt.  While I was ironing, I heard Nathan coming up the steps and thought nothing of it.  I went back to the bathroom and saw a little blob of shaving cream on my phone.  I picked it up to wipe it off and noticed a few drops on the screen too. Better wipe those off! Don't want them to make it hard to scroll down my screen. I tried to unlock my screen to check for texts and it was all demon possessed! I pulled off my case and there was water inside. Nathan must have bumped my phone while he was washing his hands. I completely panicked! I needed to call Stephen to ask him what to do, but we don't have a land line!!! I threw some rice in a bag and shoved my phone in it. I thought I should try and open it and take out the battery and wipe the inside, but I couldn't figure out how to open it.  I freaked out for about 10 minutes and then decided to run to the verizon store. I packed us all up into the van. We looked all haphazardly put together. My ironed shirt was all wrinkled and I think Nathan was wearing boots!?! Syd's hair was definitely not brushed, but I was not in a good place to tackle that battle. I held up the baggy of rice like a crazed lunatic and asked if there was any way to save it.  The poor unfortunate salesperson, calmly told me that the chances weren't good and then he tried to help me.  I didn't know the account number or password. I couldn't remember when my last upgrade was. I was stumbling when I was trying to remember my own phone number. He offered their phone to call someone but, I couldn't get any numbers because they were all on my phone. There are only 4 numbers that I can remember! [go ahead and make fun of me] I of course remember my parents' home number from growing up. I know my mom's work number but not the extension (probably from all the times I called to tattle on someone as a kid!) I remember my friend's parents' number. Great, I can call to ask if Bec can play! Finally, I remember the number to a local pizza shop because it's one number off from Bec's parents' number and my mom used to accidentally call the wrong one!  After the salesperson looked at me look for a bit, expecting some sort of response, I mumbled something about going to my husband's work and coming back later, and fled the scene. I threw the kids in the car and sobbed all the way to my parents house where I could look Stephen's number up in the church directory and give him a call.
    To cut the rambling short (ish), in the end, I had an upgrade available and Stephen came back with me to help me get a new phone. The same salesperson was there and I think I looked a lot less crazy.

What could go wrong?
     It was about 30 minutes before I had to go to work.  The kids really wanted to go outside. I decided to let Syd ride her bike around the block while I pushed Nathan in a stroller. Trying to be a good mom! Get them outside!  I noticed that Syd's one training wheel had shifted a little bit. I thought, "No problem! I'll just kick it back in place!" What? That doesn't sound stupid? I was wearing flip flops and not the thick, sturdy kind but the flimsy walmart pair. I kicked it once and thought maybe I shouldn't do this, but then decided this saved time. Got in two kinda good kicks and went for one more hard kick to get it in place. I totally slipped and sliced my toe.  I sliced it on the rusty screw. CRAP! RUSTY! When the heck was my last tetanus shot?? So I had to drag the kids back into the house and call the doctor.  The last one they had recorded was 1999. Crap! They told me to just quick come in and they would give me a shot *whispers liars* before work.  The doctors office is in the opposite direction from work, but close to my In Law's house. While Nathan was screaming about wanting to go in the stroller, I dialed my mother in law and handed the phone to Syd. I told her to tell Nana that I had to get a shot and that I was going to drop the kids off at their house instead of them coming here. I started grabbing diapers, sippy cups, shoes, and an extra car seat. It was total mass chaos. I got to the doctors and was handed like 40 papers to fill out since I hadn't been there in a long time and they took my picture for.... my file or I don't even know why! What happened to this quick drive by shot?? The nurse then told me that she needed to get approval by a doctor since I haven't been to their office in a long time. SO SORRY! I WILL TRY TO GET SICK MORE OFTEN! She also said she wanted them to make sure it wasn't infected. I just cut it less than an hour ago! After another  10 minute wait. The nurse saw the doctor and she said yes to the shot right away. Then she looked up and saw my unruly children.  She asked me if I got the whooping cough shot in the hospital after Nathan was born because tetanus is in that shot combo. Then she asked if they asked me that before they had me come into the office. AH, NOOO! I was pretty sure that I got the shot then, it's hard to remember much from that day. I pushed out an 8 lbs 3oz baby with no epidural! Anyways, I already wasted so much of my time, I got it just to be safe! I threw the kids in the car. Flew to my in law's house and practically threw my kids and diaper bag at their grandpa and left.  I don't think that I explained anything. All they had to go on was what Syd told them while Nathan was screaming in the background.  I think I cried during about 75% of my extra long commute to work! I could not believe that I did that and that I was going to have to rush around at work while every freaking step in my clog was going to rub against my cut! I usually don't get hurt bad, but I always manage to injure myself in just the right spot!

And the moral of all this, when you are sleep deprived you should probably just stay inside and watch lots of tv ;)

"Ya still Milking?" A bit about Pumping (BF part 3)

   You have given birth and discovered how "beautiful" it is and you've tackled breastfeeding, the most "natural" thing in the world.  Now it's time to unwrap that baby shower gift you have been hiding in the closet.  You get the concept but aren't exactly sure how it's going to work!  You bust out your breast pump and.......

WHAAAAAAAAAAAA????????  

What is that contraption? That goes there? Should they look like that when your done?  Is it suppose to sound that loud? What is that for?

First of all, give yourself a pat on back for even considering pumping! It can seem quite intimidating at the beginning and unlike breastfeeding, there ain't nothing natural about this, unless you happen to be a dairy farmer and then it's a bit of strange of deja vu and irony!  Now that you have images of  Frankenstein and lightening striking in the background, let me tone down the dramatic flair I've got going on here.  It seemed overwhelming at first but I worked out a routine and it was pretty much easy sailing! It actually became enjoyable quiet "me time" as crazy as that sounds!
  If you are going to use it for more than the occasional break, GET A DOUBLE ELECTRIC PUMP!  Way faster and more efficient! If you are going to be pumping at work, be loud and proud!  I am pretty sure that 75% of the employees at my job knew that I had to pump. I had to tell the chef or sous chef where I was going and a line cook or dishwasher needed to know that they might have to plate desserts.  The servers had to know so their dessert orders weren't forgotten. The day shift and evening shift at the front desk knew. They would have to block off the room I was using so they didn't give it away to a guest ( YIKES!) Some housekeeping knew because they would have to double check the rooms after I was done. Sometimes the painters had to know so they didn't decide to touch up a room that I was in.  All of this made it practically public knowledge and I didn't get all tense thinking someone would stumble upon me and have a heart attack! It also made me so comfortable about it. People asked me questions it all the time ( hence the title) and it made pumping no a big deal.  It's too much work to keep it a secret!
Several people have asked me for tips so I figured that I would just list them as they came to me:
* Buy extra membranes (those little flappy things that cover the holes) I had one go down the drain. They also wear out and tear. A tear equal less suction and less milk. Nooooooooooooooo!
* Keep some hand sanitizer with you. It makes it easier to keep your hands clean without having to run back and forth to the bathroom over and over again
* Always pack more than enough bottles. One side might have gotten neglected last time your baby ate and it could be overflowing!
* Lock the doors, check to make sure they are locked, double check, go back one more time and maybe put a chair against it. It's really not that bad and the world won't end if someone sees ( I accidentally flashed a guy in the car next to us on the way to a Wiggles concert while pumping) but you will be less tense and that helps you pump more milk 
*Get everything situated around you first! There is nothing worse than starting to pump and realizing your phone or remote is across the room! That makes for a super boring 10 minutes!
* Take a deep breath, relax and look at photos or videos of your baby. Tension makes your boobs freeze up and thinking about your baby gets your brain to signal to your boobs (or something like that)
*Once you're situated and everything is working properly, don't look down! Stop constantly checking to see how much you are pumping! You will stress yourself out! And the girls probably don't want you to see them this way :)
* Stress is not good for milk production. Okay, and neither is stressing about stressing. This is way I am a crazy person! But try to be calm! No matter what days I worked, whenever I did 3 in a row, I always pumped less on the 2nd day. I was more stressed that day. First day is not so bad, you get out of the house. Third day you are in the home stretch. The middle day, I was tired and stressed about facing another day!
* Pump for at least ten minutes! Milk might stop flowing after several minutes. DO NOT TURN IT OFF! You have a second let down of milk. There is even a button you can push to encourage it to start. (Someone figured out about the different types of sucking that happens to get milk to let down and  the type when the baby is eating and recreated it with the pump. Hate to have that job!)
*After the second let down is over, still keeping pumping for a minute or two. Pumps are never as efficient as babies and this encourages your boobs to keep producing
*Pump when the baby would normally be eating so you don't mess up the whole supply/demand thing. I was crazy about it with Syd, but the second time I took a chill pill and didn't panic if I was 20 minutes behind schedule. The world didn't end
* Water, water, water! Make sure you are drinking enough water! Also if you feel your supply dip, eat oatmeal! There is also tea you can drink. Gross, but works wonders!
* If you have a baby shark and he/she breaks through the skin, you can put a little waterproof  medical tape over the wound AS LONG AS IT DOESN'T BLOCK A DUCT! Blocked ducts lead to some horrific stuff! You can also put ointment on it after your pump. It's wiped off by the time you pump again
*According to the lactation consultant I talked to, a little bit of blood is okay. The baby might spit it up and it will look like coffee grinds.  If you've got what looks like strawberry milk with extra strawberry powder, toss it out and then cry a little;)
* Final warning! If you are pumping and a bat flies into the room. Just stop! Don't try to cover yourself with a near by blanket! It doesn't help! Don't be an idiot! The terror will make you dry up like the sierra desert!  It would also be a good thing to make sure your nursing tank is back in place before you crawl to the door with a blanket over your head and then hold the front door open. Or so I've heard! Nothing like that would happen to me!  
 

He's a "boob man" Breastfeeding part 2

       I got a lot of responses from the first one and several people told me they couldn't wait for this one.  I am suddenly feeling a lot pressure to say something profound and funny.  I wasn't really planning much for this just wanted to mention things with Nathan and felt people probably don't want to read that much about my boobs all in one sitting!  So can you lower your expectations a little bit? Okay, great, now lower them some more! Let me add another disclaimer! I am not a professional or expert!  I got lots of advice from different people, if I tell you something wrong, blame them! Don't yell at me, I'll give you their numbers ;)

   Baby number two.... I was so ready! Shield packed in the bag for the hospital and pump sanitized and ready to roll! This momma was going to conquer every possible breast feeding problem!  Much to my surprise, Nathan latched like a champ! He ate so quickly that I was worried that he wasn't getting enough.   When people started dropping off meals and their jaws dropped at his monstrous size, I realized he was just a breastfeeding master. (He is so killing me when he is older and finds this!)
   Even though Nathan was the world's loudest baby and scared Syd and always wanted to be held, life was easier.  I could feed him here. I could feed him there. I could feed him in a chair. I could feed him everywhere! I forgot one thing though! Unlike Syd, Nathan had never touched a bottle. He barely used a pacifier.  The end of my maternity leave was creeping up on me! With only about 2 weeks left, I realized that we should try a bottle.
     I pulled out Syd's old bottles and thought these worked so well for her, he will be fine too.  If you have been reading this blog, you know how things go in my life.  You see where this is going!  He wanted NOTHING to do with the bottle and our whole town heard about it!!  I didn't panic right away because I knew some times it took a couple of tries. We tried and tried!  Stephen would try to feed him downstairs and I would be upstairs pacing like a caged animal. My baby was screaming! I kept coming down to try and tell Stephen how he must be doing it wrong. My nagging and the constant screaming would make him frustrated.  I couldn't handle it and I was like an angry mama bear and snatched my baby back. I created such marital bliss! HEY, PAY ATTENTION! THAT WAS SARCASM WITH A WARNING! DON'T BE A PSYCHO MAMA BEAR! We tried all different times during the day. My mom came over to try during her lunch break. I took Syd out on the porch ( babies have boob radar! You need to really leave) and my mom tried. Oh the screaming!  I just sat on the porch with tears streaming down my face.  My mom eventually came down looking like she had been to hell and back and profusely apologized about not having success and having to go back to work. The poor woman even had my breast milk on her pants from when she tried to switch bottles while holding the little gremlin.  I was in full panic and had to email my bosses and ask for extra time off and a slower start back into my schedule. I felt like I was going to throw up because I was so stressed out!  Mom guilt was CRUSHING me!  I should have never spent any money on myself and saved it all.  Why did I go to the movies that one time in 2010 and buy a soda? All of those times I chose the fancy gum instead of the cheaper brands. I'm so selfish! Now I have to work and my baby is going to starve to death! World's worst mom!  It seems that my philosophy is, when it comes to freak outs is "go big or go home!" Let's set the crushing working mom guilt aside for now and stick with the story.
      I extended my leave and went searching for answers through pleading facebook statuses and hours spent in the Church nursery.  I got tons of suggestions.  You basically have to try everything until you find the one thing that works for YOUR baby. Oh and stay as calm as possible while you do it and you need to find this balance of getting them to try but not getting them upset or stressed. Riiiiiight! That will be totally easy! Well, it did at some point because I was at work when this all was going down! Anyway, we didn't do them all but here are some things people told us to try

Try tons of different bottles with different nipples.
    -Some are shaped like boobs and have a similar familiar flow and suction.
Maybe you are a fire hose and they are used to a  faster flow.
Try a nipple shaped like his/her pacifier and pull a fast one.
Try a syringe or dropper as a gateway tool.
They might associate you with meals and accept a bottle from you.
Leave the whole day and force them to give up the protest.
Give the poor unfortunate soul with your baby, one of your shirts. One that's full of your smell!
    -Shouldn't be hard to do, you are probably behind on laundry ;)
Try a bottle of formula since it's not a food they associate with you.
If they won't do the bottle, get them to power feed before work.
    -Those little buggers sometimes figure this out on their own.

   The dreaded day came and I had to return to my part time job.  We bought lots of different bottles and said some prayers.  Stephen could tell if he was arriving at bottle time by the screaming he heard on the street.  For the first couple of months, Nathan usually refused the first bottle and only took an ounce or two the second time ( just enough to sustain him through the screaming.)  Can we please have a moment of silence for all the wasted breast milk that ended up down the drain?  Am I kidding? No, I am serious as a heart attack.  If you've ever pumped, you know that it is indeed a tragedy!  You should have a lone tear streaming down your face at just the thought! If you find yourself in this situation, I recommend storing your milk in 2 oz bottles.  They can always grab more if they need it and less is wasted.  Also, know that your baby will adjust and instead of giving you a long stretch at night, they eat!  Throw those sleep training books out the window for a while! Your baby needs to make up the difference somehow.  Before you get all depressed, think about the benefit! You are still pumping a lot at work but the baby isn't eating as much and the baby is eating at night. That means extra milk and extra calories burned and that equals eating more cookies to self medicate!!  If you need to catch up on your sleep, you can have someone bring your baby to you.  Several times, Nathan would make a trip to the Inn to fill up.  It worked pretty well for me because he was a fast eater, but I think it's still is worth it for one feeding even if they take longer.
    Because of the lack of sleep and extra feedings, my memories seem to be a bit foggy! Either that or my brain blocked out the trauma!  Eventually, he learned that although I loved him very much, Mommy had to go to work and this bottle thing wasn't so bad.  Gradually, he found a bottle he tolerated and protested less and ate more.  Hang in there, if you are having the same struggles!  If your precious little gremlin takes longer than a couple of months, remember cereal and solids are right around the corner.  You can arrange their schedule so they get most of their solids when you are at work.
 
  Now, back to the crushing working mom guilt! Yipee!  I figured I should try and talk a little about it because this brought on a huge heaping dose of it!!  Everyone has a different situation. Some can get by on one income and some can't.  Some moms NEED to work for sanity.  We all have different strengths and provide our kids with different amazing things.  Some days, I want to cry when I leave the house. (Some days, I am running out the door so glad that I don't have to play Barbies again!)  I have to remind myself of all the positives.  They get to spend extra time with their grandparents when they babysit. Those are memories that will last them a lifetime. They also get quality time with Stephen. I love that when I go out for a girl's night, I don't have to leave lots of instructions or take care of the bedtime routine. I just yell, "peace out" and go!  If you send your kids to daycare, they are one step ahead of the game for school and socialization. Try to combat the guilt by putting a positive spin on things!  One day, this shall pass and you will feel guilty about something else. Life as a mom!
   



    

Breastfeeding: A Look Back part 1

 I'm not an expert at anything (well, maybe an expert at not being an expert) and I don't have any sage advice or wisdom to bestow upon you. I just figured that maybe if I share my experiences then another new mom may be saved from freaking out and feeling like a failure. So here we go! This is your TMI warning. Read at your own risk :)

   Before I had Sydney, I read a couple of books and articles about Breastfeeding.  I learned that it's the most natural thing in the world. You will grow super human babies. You will love it and you will bond and it will be magical.  Yes, there are things that go wrong, but you will just read the FAQ section in the back and it will be okay.  Other Moms said it was challenging at first, but not many people give full disclosure of struggles.  I was totally caught off guard by how not perfect it all was!

 Moms to be, don't freak out! For some moms the milk will overflowth, the baby latches instantly, the birds sing, and all will be right with the world. This is just a "see, you're okay if things aren't perfect. You are not alone" speech!

   Right after I had Sydney, she seemed to latch pretty well. I thought we were okay, but things got progressively worse. I couldn't get her to latch AT ALL! I struggled to hold her right. I asked the nurses for help. The first nurse was amazing, but her shift changed :(  Let me tell you there are so many nurses at that hospital that owe me coffee, maybe movie, or even dinner. I've never felt so fondled!  I'm pretty sure I should have demanded expensive jewelry from one particular aggressive "helpful" nurse! Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. I was getting real worked up. Saturday afternoon birth was super convenient for the family, but the lactation consultant was gone for the day and wouldn't be back til Monday!! Everyone kept saying a nipple shield would help, but they were completely out (story of my life!)  Monday morning I was a mess! I had the pushiest nurse ever. I was tired and, you know, had just given birth so I was rather weepy! She was convinced that I didn't have enough support and should do formula. I'm sobbing because I can't make you go away, lady! BRING. ME. THE. LACTATION. CONSULTANT!!  Syd's doctor came in and nurse evil left.  I must have looked so pathetic and fragile, that he was offering to give me his wife's number so I could call her for help!  But the consultant eventually arrived, and we worked as a team to get Syd latched.  She gave me some tips and sent me home with instructions to send someone out for a shield and to trying pumping for a minute before I fed Syd.
    We came home and my dad and Stephen were sent to Babies 'R' Us while my mom and I tried to figure out the mysterious pump contraption.  Oh my goodness, my dad kept calling them "nipple extenders" instead of nipple shields. These poor guys had to search the store for them. THEY COME IN DIFFERENT SIZES! Let that simmer for a second. That right there, is love! Standing in the Breastfeeding section with your father in law, trying to figure out what size would fit your wife!!! They return from the most awkward guy bonding session and I tried it out. Let's just say, if you call me in the middle of the night to say you are having trouble and the hospital is out of them, I will go break into a store for you!
    Things got a bit better, but feeding her was still awkward. I needed another hand to get everything situated. It felt like every other mom was a super mom, holding the super latched baby and walking around folding laundry, making lunch, and saving kittens from trees. I couldn't even get comfortable in the rocking chair in the nursing room in the nursery. I dreaded Church if she had to eat. One day I was so frustrated and could not do the rocker and couldn't work the nursing cover. My mom stood guard while the girls were totally exposed in the far side entrance of Church. I cried and cried as I fed her. I felt just like a failure.  The books told/warned me to wean her off the shield as quickly as possible because of supply or trouble bonding, I can't remember exactly why.  Sydney did not care what the books said!  She screamed and screamed! If she doesn't want to do something, look out! 
   One day, my mom was talking to a cousin about grandbabies. Some how they got talking about breastfeeding ( yes, your boobs are up for discussion when you have kids) and the cousin mentioned how her daughter in law (the most wonderful woman in the world) had similar problems. I started emailing back and forth between my new hero and suddenly I felt so much better. I did have super supportive friends who helped SO MUCH, but there is just something so comforting about knowing someone who lived through the battle your going through! Syd and I continued to have goods days and bad days, but I could handle them better.  One day, around 6 or 7 months, little miss stubborn was done eating and decided to give it a go without a shield and practiced repeatedly while I sat there dumbfounded!  Breastfeeding got so much easier.  While it didn't always feel like this amazing, bonding, nurturing experience, I was glad I did it.  Sometimes my stubbornness and cheapness were the only things that kept me going.

  Now, wait a minute! Don't start thinking that this is a campaign to stick with it no matter what! This is just my story! I love to cheer on and support new breastfeeders, but I support my friends and family who decide not to breastfeed or to stop 110%!  Sometimes things don't work out. There are many reasons such as supply tanking no matter how much gross tea you drink, inability to latch, working full time, extreme pain, little shark babies with sharp teeth, medicines mom needs, or maybe your baby decides there is too much to see in the world and can't spend another minute stuck staring at boobs. Breastmilk is AWESOME, but a happy, healthy mom is more important!!  You are the center of their universe! Your mental/emotional health makes a difference. You and your body did not fail your baby! You are more than a set of boobs! You have the most perfect lap for comforting. You might not have made enough milk, but maybe you used your hands to make home made organic baby food or delicious meals.  I have no experience with this, but others have beautiful voices to sooth and sing to sleep.  Maybe you have a super brain and can teach your baby so many things! Maybe you have strong legs to run around and teach your child to be athletic and not picked last at gym class.  A creative brain comes in handy for the best stories and playtime. Can't forget the energizer bodies that work full time to support their babies and help with that bazillion dollar college bill!  (Wow, this is why my body always rallied when my supply dipped, it knew I didn't have much else to offer!)
   Don't feel guilty about formula either! I've seen what those books say.... oh those bleepin books.... they can be a help but also leave you crying and rocking in a corner.  After reading the books, I was like "oh that must be why I was hardly ever get sick, or had allergies, or was smart when I was younger." Well, guess what! One day, I heard my mom talking to a friend and she told her she only breast fed my sister and I for 3 months each. MIND BLOWN!  I had formula as a baby! I turned out fine.... well, a little nutty but that's not formula's fault! While breast milk is this crazy amazing stuff, giving them formula is also feeding them well!  Don't let the pro breast feeding books make you feel like giving formula is equal to letting your baby guzzle gallons of  Hawaiian punch!

Okay, getting off my soap box now! I hopped up there kinda accidentally! You are probably never going to look at me ever again. Let's end this now! At some point, when I recover from this boob tell all, I will write about the opposite extreme.... the happy latch who doesn't want a bottle! 

Stupid things I said/thought about Vacation

I am going to eat HEALTHY on vacation

We have the DVD players, the kids won't start whining for a while

We left at 6am

Swimming in the pool will be so easy. Both kids have their Puddle jumpers

Big girls swim on their own! We choose now to be brave??

 I WILL exercise on Vacation

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Hey, we will just wear them out by swimming and playing all day. We will have no trouble getting them to fall asleep and stay asleep

Okay, I will just lay with you on my bed for an hr till you fall asleep

Now, how do we get him in his spot

I'm not going to cut my hair until after vacation because it will look crazy if it's not pulled up after I swim

 

Oh, let's see the dinosaur exhibit at the aquarium! Kids will love it

"Mommy, HOLD ME!"

Hey, let's take a picture of all the kids together by the frog

The kids aren't falling asleep quickly and keep staying up late. They will definitely sleep in

Sunrise, we meet again old friend

 Let's get frozen yogurt and load it up with stuff right (before bedtime on the last day)

I now call this the pre sugar high photo

Fro Yo hangover for the ride home

He has worn himself out screaming, He will sleep for a while

20 minutes later

And now something smart that I said........

Here is a lollipop

Here is ANOTHER lollipop

Sydney: Best shopping partner ever

  Vacation is less than 2 weeks away, so I had to go shopping.  I hate shopping alone so I convinced Syd to come with me.  It was quite the experience! Mom, get the shirt with giraffes! Mom, get this shirt it matches my shirt ( ugliest shirt I've ever seen!) Mom, get this bathing suit! ( Hot pink and orange bikini.The world is not ready for that! Yikes) Hey mom, let's go over here. Look at all the jewelry. I don't really have anything [ smiles sweetly and bats her eyes] and I REALLY like bracelets.  The best part was her in the dressing room with me. Here are a few quotes.  I can't imagine what the other people in there thought!

" AHH! You're naked! I wasn't expecting that" I WAS NOT REALLY NAKED FOR THE RECORD!

"Oh mom, that's just brilliant. You picked out a good one"

"What? It's too tight. I don't like tight things.NEVER. GET. TIGHT. THINGS"

"Turn around, let me see your butt. Yup, I don't like them either. They make your butt look funny"

"Oh I like those. The pockets are on a good spot on your butt"

"Can we come here everyday? I really like this seat"

"Mom, not everyone wears bras.  The old ones don't.  You know, the old ones in Heaven. They don't wear them, right? I guess we will see when we are old and die!"


And then she picked out a shirt for me and talked me into buying it;)

"That is the most beautiful shirt ever. Can I have it when I'm big?"