Category: babies

Mostly Photos

I got a little excited yesterday. I was trying to figure out how to make my dragon tree sprout more branches and whatnot and I got into pruning and then I just went a bit scissor crazy on my house plants. I’m so excited though. I love caring for my houseplants and actually they love… Continue reading Mostly Photos

Mung

I have a sensory experience that I’ve set up for you all. This requires no tools and you’ll actually get to SMELL Isaac. Who’s excited? Let’s begin: take a finger and insert it into your belly button, now move it around and create some friction for some heat. Do this for about and minute and… Continue reading Mung

Who Are You People?

I love 2″ faux wood blinds, they’re beautiful.  They’re nestled perfectly into my windows now, blocking out the sun and the people who’ve been spying on me while I’ve been nursing these past 20 days.  Issac is happily munching on my right boob and I have a little bowl of Oreo ice cream that I’m… Continue reading Who Are You People?

Guilt

Why does being a mother involve guilt? Is it the guilt that drives us or the love? There’s nothing worse than non parents pointing out your faults as a parent. I don’t feel horribly guilty. My kids are going to have a way less stressful childhood than mine so I know they’re ok. Hopefully they… Continue reading Guilt

Composting

So, I started to look at composters yesterday to see if there was a smaller one that was nice and sealed so it didn’t stink.  I came across this: click the photo for their website It’s a composter that you keep in your KITCHEN or outside and it’s all electric and computerized and wonderful.  It’s… Continue reading Composting

Sprinkler Fun

Yesterday marked the very first time I watered my very own lawn. Silas joined in on the festivities and we came out with these wonderful photos of him in all his glory.   What I didn’t realize during is that while he was enjoying this water bottle, he was also pooping. Then he touched it.… Continue reading Sprinkler Fun

Here’s to Consistency.

After a million “no”‘s, a thousand time outs, loads of tears and a lot of frustration; Silas seems to have stopped hitting.  He does a teeny tiny bit but nothing major.  The one major thing I’ve learned thus far is that no matter what, you need to be consistent.  I’ve won a couple battles that… Continue reading Here’s to Consistency.

My Kids Hate Me

Well, another day here in our new home and I’m loving it here!!  It’s so much cooler living near the ground!!  We need new blinds pronto though.  There’s nothing on our sliding glass doors and it freaks me out when I’m nursing at night.  I’m too scared to turn the TV on because then someone… Continue reading My Kids Hate Me

Breastfeeding Frustrations

Ok so anyone else have a baby who gets milk streaming out of his nose when breastfeeding?  Yes, streaming.  Like it’s going in his mouth and then straight out his nose.  And no, he’s not laughing.  I do have a tendancy to have things come out of my nose.  Especially when I’m with Courtenay.  She’s… Continue reading Breastfeeding Frustrations

Don’t Worry, I’m Happy!

Isaac is completely delicious today.  He was in his bouncy chair giggling to himself this morning.  He’s such an easy little muffin.  I just put him on his tummy for tummy time and he’s just laying there all relaxed.  He’s falling asleep.  K he was falling asleep.  He’s stirring now.  I really couldn’t have asked… Continue reading Don’t Worry, I’m Happy!

Little Ball of Sunshine.

I swear my son is a little ball of sunshine and he’ll forever light up a room when he walks in.  I know I complain a lot about his short temper but when he’s not tantruming he really is this little ball of sunshine and he’s constantly making me smile…or pine for his delicious lips… Continue reading Little Ball of Sunshine.

Oh Well

I think I’m softening. I’ve definitely inherited my mother’s “oh well” personality. I still call her after bad dreams and I hear an “oh well, it was just a dream”. Usually when Silas is freaking out about something stupid I’m usually the same way, “oh well”. I’ve never felt bad for letting him cry at… Continue reading Oh Well