Hey, blog! This is what happens when I open a string cheese ’round here. Instant dog attention.
I just put M. down for his first nap of the day for the THIRD time…let’s hope it sticks. He’s been giving me a real runaround this week, fussing when we put him down at night, waking up at 4 am again, and worst of all: refusing to breastfeed from my right breast. Yesterday it stressed me out so badly I had to pump to make up for his lack of attention–and I had to give him 3 bottles! What? Ugh.
Last Friday was Joshy’s birthday. He requested a coconut cake, and he cooked us steaks and asparagus for dinner that night. I bought him everything he wanted, sans a waffle maker (we already have one!): new flannel pajamas, bamboo bed sheets, a meat thermometer and a new set of measuring cups and spoons. Basically the birthday list of a 70-year-old.
The cake, despite its lopsided appearance, turned out pretty darn tasty. What the cake was “supposed” to look like is on top, my version is on the bottom.
My neighbors have pretty flowers, too.
It was a beautiful sunny day for Josh’s birthday.
I love our yard.
*baby break* I had to go take everyone for a walk out of desperation, because my son was STILL AWAKE. At 11. And he had been up since 6. Come on, baby! We got snapped at by a poodle and a poodle owner, it hailed on us…but…BUT! Now he’s asleep in his car seat. Thank youuuu.
I feel like there was a stand-up comedian who once said something like, “I don’t understand, if parents love their kids so much, why are they so excited when they sleep?” Spoken like a true non-parent. I adore my son, but MOMMY NEEDS BREAKS TOO.
Sometime last week it was National Lemonade Day, and I had just impulse bought some delicious pink lemonade. Mmmmmm.
The blackberry bushes are blossoming (how’s that for alliteration?).
This is the third time I have sat down to type this blog entry. Will three times be a charm? I’m bracing myself for the WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.
Bear Cub grazing in the sunshine.
These little guys are all around.
Some graffiti in nature, from our ill-fated beach day trip a few weeks ago.
These checkered lilies in our front yard are sooooo cuuuuute.
It’s the return of the Meitu app! Because some times a gal just wants to feel pretty in her nursing bra with no make-up on, and sometimes Japanese photoshop is the only way to do it.
It’s my Gooooo! It’s now Saturday night. I started writing this blog entry on Thursday. Go figure.
Never get tired of looking at all the pink blossoms.
Josh traded in his little red car for a big ol’ green 2012 Toyota Sienna yesterday. Yes, we have finally entered Minivan Land. Feel free to mock us ruthlessly (I would).
I just took it for a test drive. Utter geekiness aside, it will be nice to have all that extra room for camping trips.
We finally bought a scale. I hadn’t weighed myself since last October. Never mind how much I weigh (A LOT), my son weighs 17 pounds!
I’m going to trim down the desserts for a while and see how that works out.
In the meantime, my Aunt Lisa very sweetly sent me 4 pairs of her old fat jeans that she’s gotten too skinny for. They fit me perfectly!
Serving size: 27 delicious rings. Mmmmmm.
Baby and I explored the backyard last night. Pretty pretty!
YES I FINISHED THIS BLOG ENTRY AND IT ONLY TOOK 3 DAYS AND 4 SITTINGS. I can hear my baby crying, ta ta for now!