Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
nursing a toddler
When Julian was just a few weeks old, I thought I was going to have to give up breastfeeding. I did for three weeks and pumped exclusively. Three weeks of hell. After we got back to nursing again, four months passed of infection after infection and torn up nipples that wouldn't heal. It was terrible. Beyond terrible and I cried everyday. I hated nursing and he wanted to nurse all the time. Then I decided to try some neosporin on the nips and they healed up proper. I've had three more infections and/or clogged ducts since then, but for the most part nursing has been going fabulously. Had I quit, I never would have known the joys of nursing a toddler. Sure, babies are cute and nursing them is sweet, but toddlers are FUN! Julian can hardly contain himself when the nummers are coming out. Why on earth would he just lie there and nurse when he can flip and contort his body into new, exciting positions? He is usually either motorboating me in between sips or fondling my belly. He kicks his legs on whatever he can reach and flips over so that he slides way down, almost off my lap. He pokes my eyes out and plays with my hair. He generally just acts like a goofy little son of a bitch and I love it. I almost missed out on this. I almost missed cuddling in bed when he gets home from visits with his dad, when we just chill, nurse and reconnect. Julian will be 16 months old in a few days. In many ways time has gone by so fast. I know it really won't be all that long till he doesn't want or need to nurse anymore. One more year? Two? Three? All very short time frames. I still want to go till he is 35 and his fiance asks me to stop.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I was hoping at least for "asshole"
Julian said his first dirty word, thanks to Grammy. We were talking to Grammy on the speaker phone in the car when she said, SHIT! and so did Julie.
SHIT SHIT SHIT
Thanks Grammy!
I was hoping for something less ordinary. I figured it would be my word of choice, ASSHOLE. Since he is in the car with me a lot and I am forced to drive the same streets with a bunch of assholes, I thought he heard that one enough to repeat. But shit is easier to say, so shit it is.
SHIT SHIT SHIT
Thanks Grammy!
I was hoping for something less ordinary. I figured it would be my word of choice, ASSHOLE. Since he is in the car with me a lot and I am forced to drive the same streets with a bunch of assholes, I thought he heard that one enough to repeat. But shit is easier to say, so shit it is.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
I am a Pirate
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
4 am wake up call
a little better, but not quite. julian went to sleep after 10 pm last night and was up before 4 this morning. something is totally wrong with this kiddo.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
3 am wake up call
I really needed to get up early this morning and Julian took that to mean we should get up at 3 am. At least I will have time to study this morning.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
klepto
Julian stole some cheese from the grocery store today. I think I should report him to the proper authorities. They can lock him up for a few hours to teach him a lesson and I can take a nap.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
julian loves BIG trucks
my little boy is definitely a boy. he LOVE LOVE LOVES big trucks. and he is totally into his Big Truck Book. he reads in in the car and usually all I can see in the mirror is the back of this damn book. he even cuddles with it:he also loves soft blankets. this probably comes from all the homemade blanket that Grammy has made for him! here he is with his new orangutan friend/blanket:
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
pukasaurus rex
We have been living with Julian's stomach bug for going on five days now. I've been puked on more times than I can count. I can't count the number of diarrhea diapers I've changed either.
There is one thing I can count: the number of times Julian had diarrhea while we were in the bathtub together. One. Just the one time. What a good baby.
There is one thing I can count: the number of times Julian had diarrhea while we were in the bathtub together. One. Just the one time. What a good baby.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
arrrr
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