There’s a hub-ub of breastfeeding talk going on – this at Strollerderby, this at Blissfully Bitchy, and I know I’ve read more, but as I sit here pumping with one hand and typing with the other I’ll just get on with my thought. I’ve been really pondering this for two days now. Alex and I started off nursing and have ended up exclusively pumping and using bottles. I can share.. Read More
More important than 164.5
Wandering the Google Reader during naptime (It’s nice relaxation during pumping) I linked my way to this blog post. I’d run across “Team Whymommy” before but hadn’t locked in on it. I now join masses of good women sending good energy/prayers/thoughts off to Whymommy – who I’ve never met. This is what she wants me to know, and wants you to know too: Inflammatory breast cancer Monday July 23rd 2007,.. Read More
164.5
I hate this number. During the 15 year awkward period I had (ages 8-22), I didn’t pick up on the transition from getting larger clothes because I was growing taller to getting larger clothes because I was growing fatter. When I was 20, I hit my top weight of 164. I don’t remember how I felt specifically. I don’t really remember how I looked. This really was just more of.. Read More
Memo to Baby Schu
I have a friend who is a lawyer. She is not married (BUT SHE’D LIKE TO BE. HINT HINT – oh…. excuse me Tater…. my bad). We were talking (IM) about baby sleep because of a conversation I’d had in yoga yesterday (more on that at a different time. I like my can of worms closed in these hot summer months). We talked of how we’d like things to be.. Read More
Fear
This is happening in our old backyard. We found out just about the time to put BabyKaiser into sleep mode for the night. Scout made phone calls while I looked at the story online – grumbling about the “if it bleeds it leads” local station. (Which I did not link to just out of principle. CNN is having a love fest with them anyway). I held the baby and was.. Read More
Color me Speechless
If I ever run into this woman I promise I will smack her around with one of my milk filled mammaries that wouldn’t fit into pretty lingerie BEFORE getting pregnant. In the meantime I’ll just quit fucking eating so “something” cute in my closet will fit that aren’t a pair of yoga pants and an old navy tshirt. Now what can I find that goes with little boy pee and.. Read More
How I got here
Sara kept telling me I should start a blog. In the middle of the night of the first few weeks of Baby Kaiser’s world, I started reading them constantly. I don’t even know where I got started. It might have been here while I tried to figure out if it was normal that I couldn’t put my boy down and have him stay asleep. I know I ended up here.. Read More
To Whom it May Concern:
To anyone giving me dirty looks in the grocery while I was holding my vocally crabby infant and pushing his stroller: Yes, I know it looks stupid, Yes, I know he’s annoying to listen to, I know this because I spend several hours a day listening to it. You get to go home. Blow me. To the woman in the awesome dress with her daughter in a wrap, who was.. Read More
Adventures in Diapers
We just switched to cloth over the weekend. As we are finally awake enough to understand how to use them and are in possession of a washer dryer again we were able to start using them during the day (still using disposables at night because I like what sleep I can get to not get interrupted by little boy pee). Is there anything more staining than breastmilk poo? Does anything.. Read More
Irony
I have a box sitting and waiting for me at the fucking post office. I have to repeat today in order to get my yoga pants. This is another “post office” than what I was at today. God help me.
I’ve had a stack of mail sitting in my car all month. It’s impossible to find a post office in the land of all the vices. Especially since I’m still learning how to do things with the little kaiser running the show. Garmin tried to take me to the next town over. So I’ve had photos for the grandparents, baby presents, wedding presents and a box of kilt in the.. Read More
Mm tired
I just looked at Alex with love in my eyes and said “Hi Kitty”.
The Red Tent
Here’s TMI: So while you are breastfeeding you aren’t supposed to get your period. Unless you are an overachiever like me who’s NEVER been regular (wasn’t supposed to get pregnant – hah) – but now that I’m NOT supposed to have one – It’s clockwork. So it hits the other night while Scout is gone. Around 11pm it finally dawns on me that I have no supplies and I’m not.. Read More