Surprised to Find...

My husband is totally into helping with the baby. As a matter of fact, he is like an over protective mother. He helps give baths, change diapers, and will feed him (with a bottle, of course).

I was going through Charlie's hamper so that I could wash his clothes, and I found this...


I immediately think, "WTF!!! Zack wiped Charlie's butt with his bib?!?!?!"

I march downstairs holding the two bibs and firmly state that "this" will NEVER happen to Charlie's bibs again... EVER!

Zack looks at me and say, "What?"

I frown and say, "This!!! This doesn't happen and not get soaked in water and oxy clean!"

He shrugs and says, "Steph, its only peas."

Long story short... the bibs are stained forever!

Leaky Faucets

There are things I'm starting to take for granted (probably because I'm so tired with trying to keep up three jobs: wife, mother, teacher) like the amount of time it takes to get ready and out of the house on time or having a pre-packed lunch for the next day.

Another thing I take for granted are nursing pads. They're those little maxi pads for your "leaky faucets". I stopped wearing them about a month and a half ago when I ran out. I decided that I didn't really need them if I pumped or nursed regularly. And I was pumping regularly when I firt went back to work. I pumped at 6:30a, 9:30a, 12:15p, 4:45p, and then I nursed whenever he wanted until 6:30a the next day.

Well, the pumping has now been taken for granted, and i now pump at 12:25 and MAYBE at 6:00p... I'm just too darn busy OR too damn tired.

This neglect of my motherly duties has led to "leaky faucets"... Without nursing pads. I noticed them yesterday in my brand new, full-priced, sexy chic VS bra. (*thinking: "Good going, Steph. Thank goodness Zack bought you little laundry bags for your bras so that you don't have to try and clean this by hand.)

I woke 30 minutes ago to nurse the baby. (note: I neglected to wear the nursing sports bra I ALWAYS wear to bed because I was too tired to find it and put it on)

I touched his little booty and noticed it was wet. The entire bottom right side (the side my left boob was lying on) was soaking wet. I automatically figured he wet himself until I realized that he laid on his left side all night, so the left side should be wet.

I decided to taste the shirt (don't judge me) to confirm my second hypothesis... It was confirmed. The "pee" turned out to be breast milk, and my poor baby with the wet night gown was still nursing on my right boob either unaware or simply not caring that his gown was wet.

I'll be going to the store today to buy more nursing pads.

Teething Mistake

Charlie is drooling everywhere and has now started chewing on his fingers. We assume that he must be beginning the teething process... so what do we do?

Break out the teething rings... but first, they must be sterilized.

My sweet husband decides to bypass the sterilizer bags and boil them in water.

This is what I find after he tells me that they're probably done.... THIRTY MINUTES LATER!!!!!



All the teethers melted together.

*sigh*

And I Say, "My Baby Sweats Roses!!!"

A friend of mine just returned to work from her maternity leave, and (as mothers do) we spent a decent portion of our time chit chatting about baby and mommy stuff. Well, the topic of baby baths came up. Here she was in front of me saying that she bathed her baby every... Single... Day... Everyday!!! And I smiled at her.

"Everyday?"

She confirmed. I guess from the look on my face she assumed that I didn't bathe Charlie every day...

And you know what?

She was right. *shrug*

I replied that I (this is the point where you turn off your judge-ometer) give him a bath at least once a week, twice if we're both lucky... But I usually shoot for twice: Sundays and Wednesdays.

Of course, she explodes in laughter, and I felt like maybe I was doing something wrong... Like not fully explaining my position. I spent the next 15-20 minutes and another 15 minutes the next day trying to explain myself. All I did was draw more laughter and side-eye looks from other co-workers. I gave up and concluded that I needed to etch more time into my day to throw baby into some bath water.

So... I work up early (the same time) on Monday morning to give him a bath... In the sink because it's just waaaaay too much effort to pull out that baby tub and ruin my back for the day. We made a mess with the water, but he was good and clean. We bathed him again Thursday... He'll get another today or tomorrow... And that's as good as it gets. He'll now get three baths a week because there isn't enough time or energy in a day.

When he starts developin big boy stank, I'll be sure to dip him is water every night... And teenage boy stank will be upgraded to afternoon and morning showers... But until then, my baby sweats roses.

My Mom

My mother is the best mom EVER!!!





and I love her so very much!

Mother's Day

My first Mother's Day was really nice! I'm so blessed to have such an amazing baby! He's better than I ever could've hoped for... I wonder if he'll ever know how much I love him or how awesome I think he is...

Solitary Confinement

Twice a day I go to a little room near the counselors office so that I can pump. This room contains nothing more than a desk, two chairs, and an empty bookcase. The walls are an institutional mauve-like color, and there is a clock on the wall that (I now realize after all this time) is frozen at 3:58 and 57 seconds. The clock is seems to always disappoint me... First, it doesn't work, then it never got to 4:00!

Now, in this tiny room and with the droning sound of my pump... I'm pissed off that the clock never made it to four. The batteries couldn't wait a measly minute and three seconds!