Baby; Boobs; Rooster

Not that you have missed me but if you did, I've been trying to spend more time lately actually sitting on the floor playing with Noah.  He's getting more and more mobile, even cruising now and he'll often just crawl away from me and into the other room so that he can repeatedly open and close the door of the dog's crate all while laughing at himself.  And when it gets awkwardly quiet I run into the other room and he'll be sitting there smiling back at me. So the reason this blog has been lacking a bit lately is because of him. I'm enjoying him more and more each day as he gets more interactive and more engaged in play and the world around him.  I spend all day everyday with him and then when I put him to bed at night I get that same nagging feeling of missing him.  I wonder, as a parent, do you ever feel like you've hugged them enough? Can you love them enough?  I don't think it is possible. I do try though to hold onto him for one extra minute, one extra inhale of his head and neck each night before I excitedly lay him in his crib and PRAY for a full night of interrupted sleep.

 

In other baby-related news, (gah, is this a boring mommyblog or what?) he hasn't been sleeping so well for the past week, er, the past four night specifically I have been awake many times sitting with him and nursing him and putting him gently back into his crib only to have him wake up, stand up and start screaming just as I've taken my hand off of the door-knob and made that soft-toe pivot to return to MY OWN BED.  It got so bad that I finally broke my own he-stays-in-his-crib-while-it's-dark-out rule so that I could get a little damn sleep myself thank you.  And I did. For about two hours and then he needed to roll over and realized HEY! BOOBS! I think I'll have some!  I imagine it's something like if I tapped Marc's shoulder in the night and delicately spooned him a hot-fudge sundae while his head nested sleepily and softly in my cleavage.  You'd be a fool to turn that down, know what I'm sayin'?

Meanwhile, four nights of constant wee-morning hour nursing and I'm a tad bit on the FULL side if you know what I mean.

Also: TIRED.

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Ahem! Enough about my boobs already, in other news I have completed the 30-Day Shred Level 3 now twice.  It was hard. I won't lie to you.  But honestly, I think Level 2 is the most difficult.  I imagine it is possible, albeit highly unlikely that I have gained enough muscle so that this new level doesn't SEEM difficult but really, Level 1 and Level 2 are very focused on muscle and strength building while Level 3 is really about stamina and jacking up your metabolism.  

Clearly all I have is exercise what with this hateful candy holiday we have coming up in a week or so, I don't even know. Marc's mother sent Noah a nice little Halloween package full of random toys and included a bag of Candy Corn Hershey Kisses which she KNOWS were not intended for Noah so I have been sitting here eating them all night.  Shit.

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I took Noah to a little kids party last week that had a Halloween flair to it.  Kids wear costumes, get chocolate all over themselves, you know.... this costume is a loaner but we think Noah did well.  (It's a loaner because I am against buying a costume for a ten month old who doesn't know what is going on and will just get really uncomfortable and irritable in it anyway.) For a great idea of above suggested irritability, examine this evidence below.

Comments

[Lindsey]

When I saw you at the meeting you looked great! I noticed a definite change in your body (for the better). You need a workout buddy?

[jodifur]

I actually think 3 is hardest. i wanted to die doing that one and breezed through the other 2.

[Hilary]

Rooster costume is unbelievably cute :) I am unsure how you function on so little sleep AND still do the Shred. Am suspecting you might be a superhero...

[Talking Budgie]

I missed you! And understand that you want to spend more with your deliciously adorable son!