please vote in this poll and please, forgive me this day off. back in action monday morning, hopefully with shiny new technical redesign changes going on over the weekend.
update!
so it turns out that they are in order in the box set. so, we will be watching them both in chronological order and in the order that they are on the shelf. it's a win-win situation since 0 of you voted alphabetical.
deep dark parenting confessions, round three
August 5, 2010
it's world breastfeeding week and i just couldn't let it pass without some kind of recognition. no seriously, i couldn't let it pass– i've read so many posts about it this week that my dreams are full of leaking boobs.
...ok not really. i have enough of those attached to my own person without thinking about anyone else's. but that would be funny, right?
most of you know my personal breastfeeding story. i've written about it {quite a lot} on this site: girl is ooked out by breastfeeding, girl has a baby, girl breastfeeds like crazy, all is good and right with the world and she learns that it is not ooky. there, that sums it up pretty nicely.
but... i have another deep dark parenting confession to make to you, one that may be unpopular for some to hear: breastfeeding was/is easy for me. i read so much press on baby websites and in baby books about the problems with breastfeeding: mastitis, low supply, thrush, pain, bleeding, nipple confusion, and on and on and on and on. and for some women, yes, it can be very hard. but the honest truth is that for me, in my own experience, it hasn't been hard. it's been smooth like buttah. it didn't hurt, i had enough milk, my baby had a good latch, i haven't been sick. i was prepared to fight the long fight to breastfeed, to work through weeks of sad to get to the good part. maybe it was just because i prepared myself for the worst or maybe the stars aligned but i didn't have to struggle. it was just... right, right from the beginning.
i'm not trying to downplay other women's tough experiences. we're all different. we have different babies, different bodies. but rather than scare the pregnant ladies out there and possible future moms i just want to put it out there– it is possible for it to be easy. really, really gloriously unconsciously easy. there are no guarantees but you aren't destined for a world of hurt and tears if you give it a try.
well maybe you are. i can't say for certain. but just like there is a chance that yes, it may be hard, there's also a chance that yes, it may be awesome. the possibilities aren't all doom and gloom. i wish someone had told me that, back when i was reading and researching and didn't know many breastfeeding moms to look up to.
hobo mama wrote this amazing post and i really want to share it with you: formula users and bottle-feeders welcome. i hope you'll pop over and give it a read, it's pretty fabulous about all of us sticking together as parents, feeding our babies however that feeding might happen. i hope that i can always make everyone feel welcome here no matter how much i discuss my own personal cleavage journey. it's just that– my journey.
happy knockers-hooters-leakers week.
moooooooooooooo!
.
...ok not really. i have enough of those attached to my own person without thinking about anyone else's. but that would be funny, right?
most of you know my personal breastfeeding story. i've written about it {quite a lot} on this site: girl is ooked out by breastfeeding, girl has a baby, girl breastfeeds like crazy, all is good and right with the world and she learns that it is not ooky. there, that sums it up pretty nicely.
but... i have another deep dark parenting confession to make to you, one that may be unpopular for some to hear: breastfeeding was/is easy for me. i read so much press on baby websites and in baby books about the problems with breastfeeding: mastitis, low supply, thrush, pain, bleeding, nipple confusion, and on and on and on and on. and for some women, yes, it can be very hard. but the honest truth is that for me, in my own experience, it hasn't been hard. it's been smooth like buttah. it didn't hurt, i had enough milk, my baby had a good latch, i haven't been sick. i was prepared to fight the long fight to breastfeed, to work through weeks of sad to get to the good part. maybe it was just because i prepared myself for the worst or maybe the stars aligned but i didn't have to struggle. it was just... right, right from the beginning.
i'm not trying to downplay other women's tough experiences. we're all different. we have different babies, different bodies. but rather than scare the pregnant ladies out there and possible future moms i just want to put it out there– it is possible for it to be easy. really, really gloriously unconsciously easy. there are no guarantees but you aren't destined for a world of hurt and tears if you give it a try.
well maybe you are. i can't say for certain. but just like there is a chance that yes, it may be hard, there's also a chance that yes, it may be awesome. the possibilities aren't all doom and gloom. i wish someone had told me that, back when i was reading and researching and didn't know many breastfeeding moms to look up to.
hobo mama wrote this amazing post and i really want to share it with you: formula users and bottle-feeders welcome. i hope you'll pop over and give it a read, it's pretty fabulous about all of us sticking together as parents, feeding our babies however that feeding might happen. i hope that i can always make everyone feel welcome here no matter how much i discuss my own personal cleavage journey. it's just that– my journey.
happy knockers-hooters-leakers week.
moooooooooooooo!
.
the day job
August 3, 2010
the first part of this week i'm off work, at home caring for the jude. my own little miniature taste of the stay-at-home life. how sweet it is.
no, really. it's pretty sweet. i've gotten to wake up with jude, play, and nap... all in our p-jams. i got to feed my child lunch today– lunch! me! not notable to moms who are used to this routine but me, the working mom, i never get the pleasure of serving my own child lunch. and then having a cuddle. and going to the fabric store. just this morning after nap we played in jude's room, where he showed me his stuffed kitty many times, and then we showered! together! and played in the water! fun was had.
i'm not saying it's all rainbows and butterflies, it's just trading one set of worries for another. instead of deadlines and trousers and emails for a few days i get to worry about nap schedules and toys and sticky post-lunch fingers. i respect stay-at-home moms. from my experience with maternity leave (and days like today) i learned that it brings a whole different kind of stress. sure, you can wear your pajamas all day but then you think, "holy crap, what am i going to do to entertain this small personal all day?" and you have to give up a large part of doing what you want to do, because your day is ruled by tiny humans.
it's lovely in it's own way though, to me, an outsider. i miss most of jude's daily grind and when i stop and think about it sometimes my heart aches a little. though i know that he is outrageously happy with how things are, and so am i. still, it stings sometimes. togetherness vacation, i haz it. and i'm enjoying the hell out of it.
now i get to go eat oatmeal. and sew. and yesterday, i washed my hand-wash-only bras. imagine that! the luxury, can you feel it?
no, really. it's pretty sweet. i've gotten to wake up with jude, play, and nap... all in our p-jams. i got to feed my child lunch today– lunch! me! not notable to moms who are used to this routine but me, the working mom, i never get the pleasure of serving my own child lunch. and then having a cuddle. and going to the fabric store. just this morning after nap we played in jude's room, where he showed me his stuffed kitty many times, and then we showered! together! and played in the water! fun was had.
i'm not saying it's all rainbows and butterflies, it's just trading one set of worries for another. instead of deadlines and trousers and emails for a few days i get to worry about nap schedules and toys and sticky post-lunch fingers. i respect stay-at-home moms. from my experience with maternity leave (and days like today) i learned that it brings a whole different kind of stress. sure, you can wear your pajamas all day but then you think, "holy crap, what am i going to do to entertain this small personal all day?" and you have to give up a large part of doing what you want to do, because your day is ruled by tiny humans.
it's lovely in it's own way though, to me, an outsider. i miss most of jude's daily grind and when i stop and think about it sometimes my heart aches a little. though i know that he is outrageously happy with how things are, and so am i. still, it stings sometimes. togetherness vacation, i haz it. and i'm enjoying the hell out of it.
now i get to go eat oatmeal. and sew. and yesterday, i washed my hand-wash-only bras. imagine that! the luxury, can you feel it?
take forever with your order
August 2, 2010
saturday we had to run up to costco to get a few things. things like gallon jugs of olive oil, a 2 lb bag of quinoa, and a mega-size jar of costco-brand benadryl (don't ask). i generally find costco to be an unpleasant place with all the slow walking gawkers checking out the giant tubs of 500 pork ears, but it also serves a purpose, which is the pretty great deals. especially on a giant container of olive oil.
so, there we were. costco. saturday afternoon. the only benefit of that kind of situation is the free samples. so we ate the hell out of some free samples. well, mostly jon did. the ladies giving them out always kinda give me the heebie-jeebies. but i did eat some cake. at one point we passed one giving out craisins and thought hey! the jude can have some craisins! and so he did, and much joy was felt throughout the land as the baby was entertained by craisins and not by yelling.
after an eternity of slow walking traffic jams and endless glaring at everyone (by me) we pushed our cart with four things in it into the checkout line past heaping carts of bullshit and a guy buying two flat screen televisions. and jon reached over and fed jude a craisin. ...and got bit. by a tooth!
a tooth, blog, a tooth! finally, in month eleven, we have ONE TOOTH. sort of. the top of it anyway. he refuses to let us look at it, except when he forgot and was laughing with the big mouth and jon got a look in there and SURPRISE! he's actually getting two teeth. the two bottom ones. at the same time, in month eleven.
i always figured he'd get teeth at some point so it was somewhat comical that he is a slow teether. nothing we were worried about but funny, yes. now that there are finally teeth on the move... i'm pretty excited about it. not that it really changes anything... at all... it's just... exciting for some reason. shut up, ok? i know it's irrational. but it's also kinda fun. and sharp.
A TOOTH!
so, there we were. costco. saturday afternoon. the only benefit of that kind of situation is the free samples. so we ate the hell out of some free samples. well, mostly jon did. the ladies giving them out always kinda give me the heebie-jeebies. but i did eat some cake. at one point we passed one giving out craisins and thought hey! the jude can have some craisins! and so he did, and much joy was felt throughout the land as the baby was entertained by craisins and not by yelling.
after an eternity of slow walking traffic jams and endless glaring at everyone (by me) we pushed our cart with four things in it into the checkout line past heaping carts of bullshit and a guy buying two flat screen televisions. and jon reached over and fed jude a craisin. ...and got bit. by a tooth!
a tooth, blog, a tooth! finally, in month eleven, we have ONE TOOTH. sort of. the top of it anyway. he refuses to let us look at it, except when he forgot and was laughing with the big mouth and jon got a look in there and SURPRISE! he's actually getting two teeth. the two bottom ones. at the same time, in month eleven.
i always figured he'd get teeth at some point so it was somewhat comical that he is a slow teether. nothing we were worried about but funny, yes. now that there are finally teeth on the move... i'm pretty excited about it. not that it really changes anything... at all... it's just... exciting for some reason. shut up, ok? i know it's irrational. but it's also kinda fun. and sharp.
A TOOTH!
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