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Those eyes


Today had so much potential. A free day, if you will. I had done some hardcore cleaning on Saturday, so today was going to be about me and getting some needed things done. First on my list was getting pictures of my Rebel XT, lenses and various accessories that I plan on putting up for sale on Ebay.

I was going to take some cool pictures for my 12 of 12. And start my work week tomorrow, refreshed and ready to go.

Nice scene, eh?

Enter a sick, non-sleeping Hunter at 11:30 last night. Poor guy, poor Mom. Finally at 2 AM I took Hunter downstairs so Kev could get some sleep. He had to work today. Hunter could only find some sleep while laying on me in the rocker. So that is where we stayed. I napped in and out, but nothing that even resembled good sleep.

We went to the doctor today, no ear infection (surprise) and according to them, nothing more than a cold, thank you, have a nice day.

He seems to be feeling better, for which I am grateful. Now, I’m off to a nice hot bath and hopefully a good (hell I’d settle for decent) nights sleep.

I’ll post my 12 of 12’s tomorrow.

My bath awaits:


Hunter is over by the fireplace playing with my cherub.

“Hunter! Get away from there. The last time you played over there you broke it, don’t you think that made me mad enough?”

“no” as if he understood every word.

“Pfffftttt…” into all out giggling. My dear husband on the couch next to me, melting into a pile of laughter, but trying his hardest to suppress it.

Me… tears streaming from my eyes as I try to hold my stern look.

Hunter, staring at me looking for the least little crack in my exterior.


Me: drinking out of my glass.

Hunter: “wa-wa, wa-wa, wa-wa”

So I give him a drink from my glass.

Hunter: “wa-wa, wa-wa, wa-wa”


Hunter is standing on the couch… again.

Me: “Hunter, sit down.”

“wheeesh” ever so quietly.

As the shitty grin comes back across his face, he stands up again.

“Hunter, sit down.”


Me: giggling softly to myself, thinking my son is so going to get a 4 in citizenship when he starts school. It doesn’t matter where he is, if you tell him to sit down, he does sit, but it always comes with that noise.

“Bur-ee, bur-ee” as he points up in the sky.

I look, yep, there are birds. I turn to Hunter, “Yea buddy, those are birds. You are so smart.”

He puts his finger to his temple.

“Buddy, did you just do the sign for smart?”

He puts his finger to his temple.

“Okay, now you are freaking me out.”


Today’s 365 Project picture is brought to you by the Mom in me, not the photographer. I know it should be one in the same, but it’s not. I sat on the floor, put Hunter on my lap, set my camera’s 2 second timer, pushed the shutter and held the camera out in front.
Day 4 - the Mom in me.

Sick of seeing me yet?

Very Important Information

Important information you need to know about infants’ and children’s cough and cold medicines.

Tylenol has recalled all sorts of products this week. Apparently there is some confusion about dosages between their regular formula and their concentrated formulas.

I have two questions:

Why would you concentrate an infant formula?

Why don’t you just put the damn dosage recommendations on the fucking box?

The second one really frosts my cookie. As a first time Mom, I’m already panicky enough when my child gets sick. Ok, so you tell me to consult my doctor, which I do (luckily I am one of the fortunate people in America that has a decent Health Care Plan). My OLD pediatrician used to rattle of amounts when I asked her about dosages. How in the hell am I supposed to remember what she said without writing it down? And if I am lucky enough to remember (or write down) the numbers, how come they don’t coincide with the numbers on the dropper? Did she say ml’s or oz’s? Gee, I wonder how people get confused?

My new pediatrician has given me a Tylenol sponsored chart with dosage info on it. It hangs in the bathroom, inside the cabinet door. I always know where it is and it’s easy enough for someone who may be watching my son to find it.

It looks similar to this:

You can find this chart here

Wouldn’t this solve the problem? Or am I just being ridiculous?

Don’t worry, my 12 of 12 is in progress. Check back later today or early tomorrow.

It’s time to move the mattress

I don’t get to sleep in anymore so I steal as much sleep as I can when I don’t have to be at work. So tell me, how am I supposed to sleep when this is all I can see. Apparently Hunter was ready to get up.

Click on the photos for larger versions.


Who needs words?


If you are a parent…

…and you want to do right by your kids. Please go read this.

I stumbled across it via a link on Morphing into Mama

8 months and Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Today Hunter is eight months old – how appropriate is that? Holy crap the time is flying. Every day I am in awe of the little human that my best friend and I created.

He has changed so much in the past eight months. He can sit up by himself and can get around even tho’ he’s not really crawling yet. He loves to stand up, jump and he will probably start to walk before he crawls – but who knows for sure. He doesn’t have any teeth (a fact that surprises some people) but his bangs are so long they could probably use a haircut. So he may end up with a haircut before he has any teeth. He is moving along at his own pace and that’s okay.

I can tell by the look on his face that he knows the (sign language) signs for bottle and eat and he has repeated the sign for bottle back to us. Two days ago he started saying dadadada. Kevin practically cried when he heard it for the first time. The volume is much lower then the growls, grunts, coos and screams and it is very purposeful. Like he knows it means something special.

Our little Bug is happy all. the. time. He always has a smile for you and our favorite pastime is making him laugh – God I love his laugh. I lose it every time he snorts. When I walk down the hall at the daycare, either picking him up or dropping him off, people always come by and say “Hi” to Hunter. The have told me that people make a special trip up to the nursery to see Hunter… my little Bug.

I can’t possibly explain the feeling I get when this little person falls asleep in my arms. His little face is so peaceful I could watch him all night. I have attached monthly pictures to this post… it shows how much he has changed… and how much he has stayed the same… my happy little Bug-a-boo.

Like I tell you every night… Momma loves you!

June – One day old.

July – Is this my kid or what?

August –

September –

October –

November –
Me and Grandpa

December –
Grandma, Grandpa and me.

January –
Hunter in Tennessee

February – This is the little smile I get every day at daycare.
Daycare face

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Ok so I am almost done reviewing the R’s. It’s been interesting and that is all I am going to say right now. You will have to catch the review (should be any day now). I really thought I would be done today and able to post my review as my Sunday post, but it didn’t work out that way.

In the meantime, if you get a chance, check out the review list. You can get to the list anytime by clicking on the Dedicated Reader icon in my links list on the left.

I haven’t put much thought into this post, because I thought it would be the review. So with that I will leave you with a note to myself:

Always take enough supplies to make two bottles for the bug, while out visiting Grandparents on Sundays, or else you will end up in the car breastfeeding instead of in the restaurant eating dinner with your husband… dumbass.

My son and Nicole Richie have something in common…

They are both in the 5% percentile on the weight-for-age scale.


We went to the pediatrician yesterday and Hunter weights 12 lbs. & 11 ounces and is 26 ½ inches long. He is in the 85% percentile for height, but only the 5th for his weight. They told me he was scrawny and they were borderline concerned. Jeez, I gave birth to a toothpick!

He feeds on demand and we have supplemented breast milk with formula since his first pediatrician visit. I have struggled for weeks with the whole breastfeeding issue. When you breastfeed there is no way of knowing how much your child is getting (a boob-guage would be so helpful!). So they tell you as long as they are having a sufficient number of wet diapers, then that can be your gauge. Well Hunter has plenty. He’s not fussy and he hardly ever cries. He’s a happy kid, certainly not the picture of starvation:


It seems my milk started dwindling when we all got sick. And I have really been struggling ever since.

I have to agree with whorl: “Breastfeeding is hard.”

I am really struggling with this. On the downside, I am always lugging the pump and whatnot in and out of work. Yesterday I forgot the cord at work so I had to use the battery adapter. Today I forgot the shields at home so I had to go home to pump. Luckily I live close to work. Last week was a budget review week and the meetings everyday completely interfered with my pumping schedule. It takes twice as much time to pump and feed than it does just to feed directly from your breast. I know this sounds like an easily remedied fix – just feed the kid. But the schedule he eats on (yes, that oh so successful schedule) means he eats at daycare between 4:30 and 5 and I don’t pick him up until 5:30. Then I go home and have to pump.

Recently I have asked them to hold off on his 5 o’clock feeding so I can feed him at home. Egads! It’s all my fault his is “scrawny”. I was trying to increase my milk. I really think (and hope) he gets more milk when he breastfeeds than I get when I pump.

There are so many upsides: a bazillion studies that show breastfeeding is better for children. Okay, there’s a hundred and one anyway. Things like: the development of your child’s immune system, it’s the perfect nutrition (even tho’ they want to you give your kids vitamins if he’s not getting formula – whatever!), it protects against a butt-load of diseases later in life, helps satisfy the baby’s emotional needs and increases bonding between Mom and baby, it (is supposed to) lower the risk of ear infections (Hunter currently has one – wtf), it lowers the risk of obesity (hey, I got that on covered – HA) and reason number 101 – it’s what breasts were designed for. And frankly these DD’s would really annoy me if I wasn’t getting some use out of them.

I don’t know why I feel it has to be all or nothing. I think I am afraid my milk will go completely away and the thought of not breastfeeding anymore makes me sad. I love looking down at him while he’s eating. There is nothing like that little smile with milk coming out of the corner of his mouth – I don’t think I can describe the feeling.

So many emotions are swirling through my head lately it’s making me grumpy. I feel guilty because I think it’s so hard and time consuming. I’m full of love looking down at Hunter and I love spending the time with him, one on one. I get frustrated at the amount of mile and that frustration is bad for pumping. Lack of control over the situation (this one is big, big, BIG for me).

I feel like I have to do something different, especially now with his weight being an issue, but I just can’t bring myself to say “okay, no more breastfeeding”. I tear up just thinking about it. I want so badly to do what’s best for Hunter, but unfortunately there is no magic answer.

I’m sorry this is so long. As you can see, I am all over the place with this.


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