Too cute by half!

WARNING:this post opens with a discussion about my breasts-it is not all about the boobs though.

I have an injury to one of my nipples. It is a casualty of breastfeeding. I let it get a little too severe, so until it fully heals, Buddha is being nursed off of one side only. So as not to cut down on milk production, and to make sure Buddha has enough to eat, AND to make sure that when I wean him he won't starve himself by refusing a bottle, I have been pumping on the injured side, and storing the milk. I was sitting on the couch and feeding Buddha a bottle after nursing, and Littleman is sitting next to us. OK, Littleman is bouncing and climbing next to us, but he sat occasionally. Littleman pats Buddha's head, then leans down and kisses Buddha's head. It was too, too cute. We had to call Littleman's affections off, though, because he was getting a little too carried away, and came very close to hurting the babe. Littleman was upset, but he decided it was OK when he got a sippy of milk.

It's good to know he cares.

Birthday Part E

Today is my Bigguys 5th birthday. Had he taken three more minutes to be born, it would have been tomorrow, but today, the first chold I ever had turns 5. Makes me feel kinda old, also reminds me that hubby and I have been together roughly six years now.

As Bigguy likes to say, today is his birthday, tomorrow is his birthday part E

you take the good, you take the bad

Today was Hubby's first day of work at his new job. Dropping him off this morning was similar to a childs first day of school - making sure he had his linch and phone, scanning the lot to see if the coworkers look like they'll get along with him, waiting a few extra minutes before pulling out...just in case. I was actually surprised at how smoothly everything went this morning. The kids were all up about three hours earlier than normal, Littleman his having his entire daily routine revamped, Buddha seems unfazed by it all, and Bigguy, well....
Last night we got the call from the in-laws that Buddy-the older of their two dogs, and Bigguy's favorite furry companion, was going to be taken to the vets and put to sleep. No parent should have to explain mortality to their small children. God it was heartwrenching. If given the choice, we all would have waited, as Bro-in-law turns 21 today, and Bigguy turns 5 on friday, but it was the dogs time to go. Bigguy seems to be okay for a little while, then not so okay for a little while. We have a picture of him and Buddy taken last night before Buddy had to ge, and that is helping a little. We are being very honest with Bigguy, and making sure he knows that it is OK to hurt, be sad, cry, and miss Buddy. It's okay to be angry, and it is also OK to never want to die. Like I said...so hard.
Right now, he is requesting a peanutbutter jelly sandwich...duty calls....
HOUSEWIFE AWAYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WooHoo!!!

We heard today that pending the results of tomorrows drug test, Hubby has a job. We are very happy.
My sister came over for dinner today. It's always fun when she's around Bigguy, being they are each others favorite people...EVER. Bigguy flat out denied asking me if my boob got cold, bossed her around while they played ship, and generally hammed it up. My sister enjoyed her meal of steak, steakfries, and asparagus(sic?), and understood my joke about the "Renegade Cow", something Hubby never quite found funny, because he never quite understood.

Mooo

How many days?

Bigguy is turning 5 in ten days. I know this because a) I am his mom and distinctly remember giving nirth to him, and b) because every day for the last 3 weeks I have been getting "Momma, how many days 'til my birthday?" at least 5 times a day. I also get asked how many days until he starts school, and how many days until we go to Mexico.

Just in case you're wondering...I don't know about school-they haven't set a specific kindergarten start date yet...and it's 143 days till Mexico

Mammaries

I breastfeed. At just over two months of age, baby Buddha has only had a bottle in his mouth once, at four days old, at the behest of a doctor, and then it was pumped hind-milk. (Hind-milk is the fatty milk that comes at the end of the feeding be"hind" the other milk-it helped him with some infant constipation...I know...TMI) My flagrant breast-feeding exposes Bigguy to alot of boob. He generally ignores it, unless Hubby is trying to take a business related cal and then prospective interviewer hears "Hey Mom! Does your boob ever get cold doing that?" I can only imagine what this is doing for Hubby's job hunting prospects.

fit vs fat...today the fat might win

I am working on getting in shape, and that is more than just phisically, btw. I have been working on keeping my house cleaner-the secret-have a routine and don't waiver, one missed day can through everything off, then your back at ground zero, frustrated, and the couch starts to look too good. I have also been exersicing regularly for the last week(just shy of), but honestly, I didn't last night. Bigguy and Buddha had immunizations, I overslept, and just diddn't feel up to it. Today, I know i need to work out, but I am cramping something fierce, and, in the immortal words of small children everywhere- "I don't wannnnaaaa". I will. Then I will shower. Then I will eat ibuprofin like candy. If I don't, the couch will trap me with it's siren song, and I will be helplessly ensnared by it's soft cushions and pillows of comfiness. Must get up....fat trying to win....need to....move

OMG!!!!

Quite possibly one of the funniest things...ever.

sleep

Currently,the only people awake in Housewifeland are myself and Littleman. Buddha baby and Hubby are napping in our room, and Bigguy is still sleeping. Littleman has been up and at full steam since 7ish this morning, and that's after waking up at 4am, right after I startednursing, needing to be changed. (hubby changed the daiper, btw, and had problems getting back to sleep, hence why he's napping, and not me) Part of me, a very large part of me, knows that I should be waking Bigguy up right now, that to let him sleep past 9 is to mess up his entire schedule and routine, and that he won't be able to sleep in this late once he starts school. Then, the part of me that was dealing with the 4 year old who never sleeps realized that it doesn't seem to matter what I try to do, if he's gonna be up half the night, he's gonna, and moreover, he stays in his room and plays quietly orlooks at books, so Hey..maybe a little extra sleep might actually be a good thing.


In reality, I am letting them all sleep so I can have a few moments of relative peace and quiet.

Still here

I've been busy lately, I am still here. Littleman is walking like a pro, Bigguy is the king of junior subversives, and buddha baby is fussing.

beef stupor

Mmmmmm...Steak. We visited Sam's Club this weekend, and, as always, left with a ton of food for a reasonable price. We always stock up on red meat at Sam's, good quality, fabulous price. After living a steak free existance for a while, Hubby grilled tonight. Dinner was heaven. Bigguy, in his insistance to refer to all meat products as the animal they came from, cracked us up when he asked for "Cow sauce" to go with his steak. Steak, Brocolli Normandy(broc, cauliflower, and "bias cut" carrots, for those who don't know) and my awesome oven-baked and broiled steak fries. MmmmmMmmmm, and since it's basement-dwelling-roommies birthday tomorrow, we will even have desert...Life is good

If ya ask, I might even give you my awesome steak fry recipe!

kids are cute

When Bigguy was a wee little babe, we thought he strongly resembled E.T. Littleman, hands down, Alfred Hitchcock. He so resembled Hitchcock that Bro-in-law often joked about buying him some stuffed birds. Today it struck me that Babe#3, yeah...he looks like Yoda. Don't get me wrong, he's not green, but he always has a wrinkly little forehead, his years droop just a little at the top, and are slightly uneven,he often has his fingers interlaced in a thoughtful, knowing manner, and he makes...well..Yodalike mouth movements. Two puppets and a horror/mystery writer...not bad.

Littleman had a peice of parsly from dinner sticking to his forehead, right in the location of the Third Eye. I commented that he had parsley for a third eye, he has found inner peace, and it is tasty. His toddler response - thoughtful pause, followed by "Uh-huh!!" Hubby said I deffinately needed to write that one down for posterity.

less stress, and a cleaner dining room/living room

I just got off the phone with my mom, and that helped to alleviate some of the stress we were under here in Housewife land. Now I am going to go and feed Littleman lunch and work on the rest of the common areas downstairs. I need to keep the cleaning going, it will make life much easier.

stress and a clean kitchen

I realized that there is a sort of nervous energy that surrounds major amounts of stress and worry. In the past, I would think that this nervous energy was my bodies way of telling me I needed to eat, since it closely mimicked the jitterry feeling one can get with low bloodsugar, but Irealized today that I just needed to do something, and since I couldn't do anything at the moment to take care of the problem at hand that i cousing stress, I cleaned. My kitchen isn't spotless, because I really do need to eat now, and there are some things I really should wait till morning to do, but it is greatly improved. I figure if this keeps up, I should have a pretty spotless house by the weekend!

Starting to settle in, at least for now

I am starting to get settled in, getting a schedule down, and all that good stuff. Of course, it'll all get blown to hell soon anyhow. Hubby is currently not working, but looking for a job, he is contacting the agency that got him his old job and letting them know he can start as early as monday. Bro-in-law starts a job on monday, and moves out over the following weekend, which will have little impact on Babe#3, but will greatly impact Bigguy and Littleman. Then, Babe#3 turns two weeks old on friday, and anyone with kids knows that wierd eating and sleeping patterns change about every two weeks for the first two months, then roughly monthly to every other month after than for about a year, then at 18 months(littleman's age) and two years, etc... On top of all of this, I have to try to get Bigguy onto his "school" sleeping schedule, and in reality, trying to get anyone on a schedule until we know what hours Hubby will be working is kinda rediculous, but not having a schedule is insane.
It will all be OK, and it will all work itself out in the end. As long as I tell myself this, we're all good.

posting will become sporadic...

Untill the new baby and myself get some sort of sleep schedule hammerred out, posting will be a little sporadic. Babe#3 was born on friday in what was a rather easy labor and delivery, all said and done. I will give all the stats later. He had a slight issue with not wanting to poop the way he should after leaving the hosp., but came thriugh that with flying colors. I am tired, not wearing my glasses, and typing this one handed so as to keep the surprisingly alert babe from fussing, so Hubby can sleep a little longer before getting up with the older two boys, and then it will be my turn to sleep again!

I've got a golden ticket!

Okey dokey folks, heres the deal. I just recently got back from the Doc's. I get to go in and get induced on friday, if I make it that long. After doing the internal, Dr B said that if I were any other woman, he would guarentee a baby withen the next 24 hours with how for dialated, effaced etc I am, but being it's me, we'll see. Either way, friday at the latest...well, maybe really really early saturday, I'll have Babe # 3 !!!!!
Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

it's tuesday

I'm still pregnant. I will be calling the Dr's tomorrow to get that magical mystical same-day appointment so that we can get the paperwork rolling. Of course, we have some friends who assure me that as soon as we get all pre-registered to induce on friday that I will go into spontanious labor. Oh! If only it were true. Either way, it's tuesday night, and friday isn't too far away.

I'm in hell

The earliest they can get me in for a non-emergency induction is friday. If I go into labor before then...great. Dr B stripped the membranes...again, and I am supposed to go in on wednesday if there is still no kid, but ..yeah.. once again in baby limbo.

fixed a typo, more info

First, thanks to the anonymous commenter who, in their own snarky way, pointed out an error in my bio/profile/ Babe #3 is due in april 06 not '05, so
I have not been pregnant for the last three years, although sometimes it feels like it.

Now, for a little medical info, for people in the know. On friday I was at 2 cm, 50 percent effaced, and at a +1 station. This translates into me being really, really physically uncomfortable, and one of the few woman who can somehow manage being at a +1 while still not being in "active" labor. Will wonders never cease. If this kid doesn't come out on his own by 10:15 am tomorrow morning, I get to brive to the clinic attached to the hospital, get induction paperwork filled out, figure out which of two hosp's it'll be done at, and check in to have this kid! I would prefer to go naturally, but at this point, my body is not cooporating, and things are becoming increasingly more complicated. Things like standing, sitting, changing possition, getting dressed, and doing these things without falling over.

Of course, there is a very real possibilaty that I will go into labor tonight, not need the induction, and all will be well, but I am not placing any bets at this point.