Things about me

-  It's been over a month and I still don't remember the child proofing locks in the kitchen and yank the crap out of the cabinets.

-  I am not too proud (or grossed out) to pick up food my kid threw on the floor and zip-lock it.  Um, that organic shit is expensive.

-  Anything becomes a toy when I have to poop.  Here kid, you wanna play with the toilet paper? Knock yourself out. Oh you wanna eat it too? Cool.

-  I freaking love going to the grocery store.  Is it because I get to push my kid in the cart?  Is it because it's somewhere I can actually see other humans my size? Who knows, but love it.

-  I was caught out in the rain the other day and now a wheel on my BOB squeaks.  Super pissed about it.

-  Sometimes (very rarely) I wish I wouldn't have trained my kid to be such an independent sleeper and wish he would sleep in my arms.

-  I get so excited too buy new diapers or wipes.  Huh??? I don't even know how to explain this one.

-  Most nights I'm so tired by the time I make it upstairs, I don't even brush my teeth.  Gross. 

Tiffany

Blanket Bust

It is most definitely fall. 

I live in Ohio, which means at this time of year it is jacket weather in the mornings and evenings, you sweat your balls off in the afternoon, and at night it is most definitely cuddle weather.  (Shit, I need to shower more often.)

Because of this sudden temperature plunge at night, I thought it was a perfect time to have B learn to sleep with a blanket.  Not that he would keep it covering him considering he practices his Cirque de soleil tricks all night, but I figured he could at least snuggle up with it. 

Night #1 = TOTAL BLANKET BUST

I woke up somewhere around 1am to a subtle moaning sound.  It sounded like, "Mmmmmmmmmhhhh, Mmmmmmmmhhh."  You know, one of those sounds.

I quickly clicked on the video portion of the monitor and to my horror slash entertainment, B was sitting, rocking back and forth, with the whole blanket completely covering his body. 

Wait was it a ghost?  It was hard to tell in my sleepy stooper.  Of course I ran right in, unveiled my little guy, and helped him lay back down, and REMOVED the blanket. 

I guess I'm back to dressing my kid for the Alps before bed.

Tiffany

Weaning

Yep, I'm still here.  Still boobfeeding.  Still primarily feeding from righty.  Still lopsided.

I cannot.   I repeat.  I CANNOT believe my infant baby boy is 10 months old, thus meaning, I have almost been nursing for a YEAR!

My tits sag.

My nips are huge.

My fun bags are no longer fun, nor bags really, at this point they're more like pancakes.

BUT IT IS ALL SO WORTH IT.  Nursing my 7 pound newborn into a 22 pound nearly toddler has been one of the most rewarding accomplishments I've ever had. Right along side pushing a baby out of my vagina laying on my back while the doctor cuts my baby out of me.  This whole year has been so incredibly rewarding.

A few months ago I started to think about the weaning process.  I thought it was going to be so hard.  I always said I would much rather have my heart broken and Bradley ready to give me up rather than Bradley have his heart broken when mommy all of a sudden stops putting her boob in his mouth. 

I'm happy to say, It's my heart being broken.  He is totally ready to be done with nursing.  He is on to bigger and better things and doesn't want to be still for a second.  I'm sure if he could talk he would say, "Mom can you give me that in a to-go cup?"

To be honest, I will miss it, probably more than I think I will, but as of right now, my heart isn't that broken.  I still have 2 more months to go, but then I think I'll be ready.  I do enjoy our time together, but I so enjoy watching learn and discover the world so much more. 

As of right now I'm nursing about 4 times a day.  Each time he wakes, and then once before bed.  If I don't grab him straight from the crib, to the chair in his nursery with the door shut and a quiet house, he won't nurse.  If he sees his dad, the dogs, or hears any kind of commotion going on, he wants to be in the mix.  I've been getting frustrated, because I know he needs milk, but I also know it's his way of growing up. 

And if I can be honest, I'm also glad to be done nursing to get my bra's back.  Are you ready to be completely shocked and maybe even grossed out.  Well, I've only had 2, yes 2 nursing bra's this whole year.  One black and one white.  I will be so happy to 1, not have to wash my bra's every week and 2, wear a more flattering bra!

If any of you soon-to-be mommies ever have a boobie feeding question for me I'd be glad to give you some nips tips!

Tiffany