On the left side of the sanity bell curve
The time has come in Oliver’s very short life that he MUST EAT PEOPLE FOOD! [My kids are big on the dramatics.] He’s almost five months old, is crawling and can sit by himself for short periods of time so I figured, “What the hell”. Cara was fed rather unconventional things from an early age. … Continue reading Squirt
This weekend we were all set to head off to Alabama for the birthday party of some friends of ours’ son. We got the truck/SUV loaded, the kids packed and set off Friday morning at a pretty early hour. Coffee was drank and the kids were napping and life was good. Somewhere right outside of… Continue reading Another Ill-Fated Trip
I’ve thought for about a month now that I had thrush. I wasn’t sure since Oliver’s latch was so damn bad starting out that I just assumed the pain was due to that. Oliver’s mouth was decently clear, so when my pain went away I had every reason to continue with the idea that the… Continue reading Purple is the New Black
As I’m typing this, I have a sweaty man child lying on my chest. Oliver’s been a sleepy guy since his shots yesterday. I gave him a couple of rounds of Tylenol yesterday to counteract some of the injection site pain, but he’s had nothing today since his leg doesn’t seem to be painful and… Continue reading He Might Be Giant
Tucker doesn’t like infants; he finds them “uninteresting”. When he first said that to me during the wonderful period of postpartum hormone craziness, I automatically assumed that what he really meant was that he hated Oliver and wished that he hadn’t been born. I was wrong. Imagine that. Tucker completely meant what he had said. … Continue reading I’m Special
The past couple of days have been interesting. I’ve been meaning to write these little nuggets of goodness but just haven’t had the desire to actually do anything productive. Day before yesterday, Oliver was feeling a bit warm and had developed a dry cough. Since the rest of the house had been sick, it wouldn’t… Continue reading Stochastic* Friday
Just got back from Oliver’s appointment. Oliver was nine pounds and one ounce when he was born. At his three day appointment, Oliver had dropped to eight pounds and something. Today, the man child weighs nine pounds and thirteen ounces. I must say that I am not only proud of Oliver for figuring out the… Continue reading Adiós Nasty Cord Stump Thing
I got book one of the Twilight saga on Friday. Sunday I got book two. Yesterday I got books three and four. I think I have a problem. If you don’t know what I’m talking about then you probably haven’t been in a book store recently. The series is actually a teen series and I… Continue reading Really Should Have Been Asleep
After a fairly positive post, I feel the need to balance it out by writing something that I bitch to Tucker about frequently…the concept of a “good baby”. With Cara, I got a lot of sympathy from friends and family because Cara was such a “hard” child. No one ever called her “bad” but I… Continue reading Post Partum Induced Rant
It’s been a whole week. A week [and a day] since we brought Oliver home from the hospital. I’m really shocked at how quickly the week past and I’m not quite sure what I did last week. One of the things that sticks out for me from this past week is how easy it’s all… Continue reading A Week Later
I experienced my first dose of breastfeeding freak-out yesterday. We packed the kids up and headed to Target to procur a “bouncy seat” and a Venti Pumpkin Spice Latte no whip no sprinkles [thank you very much]. I made sure to feed Oliver right before we left and since we only had a couple of… Continue reading Boobs on Aisle Seven
I thought that I’d share some more pictures with you. The first is of my epidural/spinal site. Took them three tries to get the spinal in right before my section. But, at least I got a cool bruise out of the deal. Kind of reminds me of a Rorschach inkblot test. This is of my… Continue reading Pictures Four Days Later