It's A Wedding!

Today my little brother gets married! I want him to remember that marriage is a big lesson in comprimise and that marrying your best friend means always having someone that gets you, when no one else does. It means you can wake up like a hot mess and the person beside you knows this and loves you anyway.



Here's to the happy couple, Joey and Tatiana! May you be happy and content all the days of your lives together. Remember that the wife is always right and things will always be good! :D

Ready or Not?

Here I am upon the eve of Spencer turning 5 months old and I can't believe it. Most days when he is smiling at me as I sing some silly song and I see his eyes light up I still can not believe he is mine. I am a mom, his mom and no one can take that away. I wonder if I will wake up one day and finally believe it?

I thought after the first month of motherhood and doing what the books suggested I would wake up one day and start pumping and Spencer would take to a bottle and that would give Daddy a chance to feed him and give Mommy a chance to drive around the block with the windows down and the music up. Or head to Target with a Starbucks latte and look around knowing if Spencer got hungry, Daddy could handle it. Imagine my surprise when pumping felt like a chore and Spencer decided that fresh milk, straight off the breast was much better than anything out of a bottle! Good bye car ride, good bye Target.

I have gotten use to the fact that he has his preference and it may be a while longer before he can spend more than a few hours with Daddy. I pump if I know I have an appointment that can run long (doctors office anyone?). But usually that milk goes to waste because Spencer will spend more time spitting it out than drinking it. My mother says that if he is truly hungry he will eventually drink it and I am sure she is right...but I don't feel right. I can't leave him without worrying about what might be going through his head as his tummy rumbles and Daddy appears with a bottle. And so I don't go anywhere without baby and while at times it can be overwhelming there are things that are worse.

But I do think about being free to turn my music up or window shop without a stroller and baby bag. Or rushing through errands because someone is mr. cranky-pants. I've thought about movies and how I want to go see the new Harry Potter. Hubby and I have a tradition of seeing them at midnight, a tradition that we will not be doing for this month's new release. Why? Because I am not ready.

That's right...I am not ready to leave Spencer with anyone BUT his Daddy. Yes, I've thought about it and when I do, I get a tightening in my chest and can feel tears if I think too much. I am not ready to leave him just yet. I can't talk myself into it, no matter how much Daddy presses. No matter how much the grandma's prod. I know he will be OK, especially with his grandparents, but I am not ready. And all the asking and suggesting is not going to make me ready.

I am not ready...but when I am, it will be a bittersweet day.

Happy Father's Day

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To the Daddy that makes it possible for this mommy to stay home,
To the Daddy that can play with baby so this mommy gets an extra hour of sleep,
To the Daddy that went from wonderful husband to dad, just like that!

We love you.

The Post Where I Rant.

Ok, can I rant a moment? Sure I can, cause it's my blog, right? Here I go:

What gives with infants clothing? The sizing is all over the place with them, depending on the manufacturer. Or maybe it depends on the COUNTRY it was manufactured in? All I know is Spencer is 4 month and 10 days, weighs 16 pounds and 5 ounces and is 25 and 1/4 inches long...he is wearing anything from 6 months to 12 months. Yes, you saw that right..12 months! I pulled out this onesie, which is by Osh Kosh Bgosh this morning just to try it...and low and behold, it fit! Not big, but perfectly, with room for his diaper to expand once he pees. Then I have some items that are designer (Ralph Lauren, Burberry, Juicy) and they are marked 9 months...and guess what? They are almost too small! If I had waited another month or two to have him wear them, he would not have fit in the clothing. That's not just a little difference, that's a HUGE difference! This is worse than me going to look for jeans and there being a difference. I mean usually I go up one size or on a good day, down. But never several sizes in either direction. I guess I have to pick a brand and stick to it? Cause trying clothes on an infant does not seem like loads of fun!

My second rant is about loss of hair. When I got pregnant my awesome stylist Brenda warned me about loss of hair. My hair has really enjoyed the preggo hormones and to me looks the best it has in quite a while. I was able to grow all the color out of it and stopped chemically straightening it. I was keeping it on a 6 week trim cycle and it was fabulous. But then I got the impending hair loss warning and I shrugged it off. I mean I am one that loses a lot of hair on a daily basis anyway. I mean I have a lot of hair and when I comb it, a lot comes out, so her warning was no biggie to me. Fast forward to almost 3 months after Spencer arrives and my hair starts falling out. And not just a little but a lot and everywhere. I feel like a dog shedding a winter coat! The first time I ran a comb through my hair in the shower I about screamed...the comb looked like it had taken off all the hair on the back of my head! Washing the hair off the comb STOPPED UP the DRAIN! Talk about disgusting, there was no warning about THIS amount of hair being lost. And did I mention it is everywhere? On my clothes, the floor, the bed...drives me crazy! But the best part? I now have two almost bald patches at my temple. How about that for a sexy momma boost? *roll eyes* I wear my hair in a ponytail a lot...the bald patches? Not so hot looking. And when I tell people about this, everyone looks at me like I'm nuts! Why? Cause no one I know lost their hair! Say it with me...gggrrreeat.

Okay, I'll get off my soapbox now and take my hair with me...

Feet, feet, feet.

Someone discovered he has feet and that if he tries really hard...that they can go in his mouth! Don't believe me? See for yourselves:



Last week he also went 4-wheelin' with his Daddy:

How will I know?

So now that I have one child it is inevitable that everyone asks when I plan on having child number two. The first time I was asked I just laughed...Spencer was probably a month old and I couldn't tell up from down. The second and third times I was asked I just shrugged but began to think about it a little more.

I come from a decent sized family of mostly girls. When it came to having kids...my dad wanted at least one boy. So that was how they decided that 3 girls wasn't enough, let's try again. There are 13 years between my brother and I remember being so close to him and then going off to college. I still have letters he sent me tucked away and when I think about it realize that 13 years is too much time between children. But my dad had to get that boy!

I prayed that I would have a boy this pregnancy and took the necessary steps to help achieve having a boy. Nothing was foolproof, but we weren't taking any chances and now we have our boy. So now what excuse do we use to have another?

First there is age difference. Many say that 18 months is an ideal age difference between siblings. Which sounds good but that would mean I would need to be pregnant again by the end of THIS year! That's so quick and I don't mind the pregnancy part because I so enjoyed it. But this does not mean #2 will not be full of sickness, acne, hemorrhoids or swollen feet!

Then there is parenthood. My mom thinks that I am currently overwhelmed and to a degree she is right. There are days that I still can't tell up from down and Spencer refuses to be happy with anything we do. Could I handle a throwing a second child into the mix? Especially when the first would be on the verge of the terrible two's? I know plenty of people do it, but the question is can I do it and do I want to do it?

And finally there is Spencer...I want to be able to spoil him and spend time with him and not have to split or share that time. I will already have to share him with his daddy, who can't wait to whisk him away to play golf and other boys things! Because let's be honest, this infant stage is fun but the toddler stage is way cooler.

When I think about it, I can see myself with two children but when I really think about it and look into my little boy's cute face and he's smiling...well I can't see anyone but him.

Time? What time?

So I really thought I was going to get better at updating this blog, but as the title says, what time? It seems the time I do have is only enough to maybe get a meal made or a floor swept or mopped. Or I have a few minutes to just decompress! The house is in need of some serious spring cleaning. And yes, I know the mess won't go anywhere and so I need to enjoy Spencer...but I hate seeing the mess. Maybe I should try and talk Hubby into a once a month maid? At least until Spence is on a better schedule!

Speaking of, I thought we were headed to sleeping all night but he's regressed. He still wakes up every couple of hours to drink a bit and pass gas. Who knew passing gas could wake a person up?? Poor guy will kick and scream if the gas don't come out just so! Which is amusing during the day but frustrating at 3 in the morning!

Let's talk about what Spencer is up to as he comes up to the 4 month mark:
He is desperate to sit up and also loves if you stand him up.
He's still rolling but not all the time.
He's super curious and cautious around new faces.
He can grab things that are in front of him with accuracy!
Everything he grabs goes straight to his mouth!
He loves TV, which I don't usually have on for him! I will have it on for me and he will twist his head to watch! Need to break him of that!!
He's slowly growing out of 6 month clothing and fitting into some 9 month items!
And lastly we think he may be teething but just can't see any teeth nubs...maybe the ped will have better luck!

Here is some video of him very upset but rolling over none the less:



And a video I like to call No-no: