Texts and Hobbitses

I’m having a quiet evening in tonight. Adam is down for the night and Mike wanted to see The Hobbit so he’s out for a while. I refuse to see it because: 1) The first one was so awful I fell asleep and 2) I refuse to believe a 300 page book can be make into 3 3-hour movies. You’re a gazillionaire Peter Jackson! One movie, MAYBE two, would have sufficed!


We’ve been putting Adam in bed awake for the last two weeks and after a few bumpy days it’s been pretty good. To help lull him to sleep we leave our phone in there with a white noise app turned on. Normally we leave it in there until his first waking, but tonight I kept getting the feeling that I should go up there and get the phone. It’s a good thing I did, because my family had started a group text and I forgot to turn the phone on vibrate! I don’t know how he slept through my text alert going off 25 times. My little sister won our Fantasy Football league and she was putting it out there that she accepts cash or check. I maintain that she can fly to North Carolina and get her $10 if she wants it that badly. (insert evil laugh here)

So I think I’m going to pour myself a glass of sparkling apple cider (wild, I know), turn on the TV, read the 18 more texts that came in while I was writing this post, and see if Louie will cuddle up on my feet. Happy Sunday!


I Think He’ll Be Driving Soon!

I haven’t posted in a while, but that’s not because nothing is happening. It’s because EVERYTHING is happening. It seems like Adam reaches a new milestone every day. He gives kisses, answers to his own name, crawls, uses sign language, pulls himself up, walks with a walker, laughs when he hears Mike and I laughing. He’s also got six (six!) teeth. EVERYTHING!

He’s also decided he doesn’t want to breastfeed anymore. Like one day he was just done and now he doesn’t even know what he’s looking at when I offer my breast. He just kind of pokes at it like some oddity.

At first I fought it tooth and nail, sitting on the pump for two hours total a day while he wailed to be picked up or let out of the playpen. But I’ve come to the realization that I really need to stop beating myself up over this! The stress involved in trying desperately to get my kid to feed was making every day a chore. I’m not in this mommy game to make life harder for myself than it needs to be. I’d rather play with my formula-fed kid than ignore my breast-fed kid so he can be a ‘breast-fed’ kid. And once I made the decision to wean it was like this weight lifted off of me. And you know what? Adam is fine. He hasn’t skipped a beat. I was willing to go as long as he wanted, and it turns out that is exactly what I did! Eight months of breastfeeding in the bag! I’m very proud of myself. Now bring on the underwire bra! I don’t drink, but I might just have a beer for kicks. Woo hoo!!

(Update: I just did!)

In other news:

This morning I put Adam down to play so I could go into the kitchen and make him a bottle. That sweet little nugget that I birthed, like, two days ago (okay almost nine months ago), followed me in there! I turned around and he was right there at my feet! He wanted to see what his mama was up to. I’m not sure if it’s totally here or not, but he’s really starting to realize when I’m not in the room. And when I am in the room he’ll crawl over to my feet and look up like, ‘Dude, mom. Pick me up already!’

In a way it’s really sweet and it’s making me feel very loved and wanted while I wean. On the other hand, I’m terrified of the day when I go to the store without him and he screams the entire time I’m gone. I’ve babysat kids like that and it is no fun at all. I think I’ll have to research how to minimize it. Any moms out there have tips? Share please!

So it’s been a big month. Adam is turning into a little boy in front of my eyes and I’m getting my body back to myself. Life, as usual, is good. I hope you all had a fantastic Christmas! I’ll end with some fun, random pictures from the last month.


Decking Our Halls (no boughs of holly though)

The last couple of weekends have been spent getting the house ready for Christmas. The holiday season has seemed a lot more cheery this year. There’s something about having a kid that brings out the festiveness of the season, no?

We started with putting lights on the house. This is technically our second Christmas in this house, but we were in California last year. Meaning this was the first year we had to navigate the huge slope of the roof to put lights up (and by WE, I mean Mike, because I’m not climbing a ladder. Like ever). Mike ended up scooting along the roof and hanging off the side to get the lights up.



I got the easy, staying on the ground job.


Next we went inside to put up the tree and decorate the house. I was a little hesitant to put a new, super shiny thing so low to the ground because I figured we’d be pulling him away from it non-stop. I was right.


But the tree did turn out beautifully. And we love that we have a great place in front of a window to display it.


We normally have a painting of Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” above our mantle but by this point in the decorating I couldn’t handle something so non-Christmasy so that had to go. I replaced it with a big collage of our old Christmas cards (thanks for the material friends and family!).


I think Adam approves.


This past weekend, Mike’s parents came over to help us take some family pictures. I realized that we only had two of all three of us: one at a museum taken by a lady who was very nice but not so good at taking pictures, and one on the day Adam was born. Here are some pictures from our Christmas card session that didn’t make the cut.


After we finished those pictures on a whim I asked if we could all change and go outside to take “normal” pictures. I’m so glad we did.

I mean come on. Look at the cheesy grin on that baby!


I love when spontaneous ideas turn out so well. I love these pictures so much.


So our holiday season has gotten off to a great start. I can’t wait for what the rest of this month brings. I hope you’re all having fun and feeling merry!