Profashional

Is this thing on? I'm not really sure why I'm writing this post, other than its late, I've got two sleeping kids, my husband is out watching basketball, and as Baby Girl's halfway mark approaches this week, I'm keenly aware at how fast this is slipping by and how little I've documented. Of course, it's been a bit of a rough ride. I didn't torture myself over nursing this time, and I didn't have the jarring jolt of suddenly being thrust, whole self into motherhood. We've had different challenges this time around. I had a complication that required a surgery six weeks after. Baby Girl has MPSI (four long cheeseless months for me), and her very sensitive little tummy had night time sleep to be very scarce around these parts. Throw in a horrifying case of mastitis that required several procedures and rounds of antibiotics and you couldn't pay me to try nursing again. It's been a complete blur. I was sick for most of my leave and all of a sudden she was four months old and I was going back to work. Now she's almost six months old. Her little tummy has settled, she's sleeping at night, and she is the HAPPIEST baby I've ever seen. M was very curious and serious, studying everything around him while paying little mind to us grown ups. She is social, snuggly, and will do anything for a smile. Her brother adores her, she's annoyed by him, but they are starting to sort of play together which is really pretty awesome to watch.

This sweet girl joined us on October 6, exactly one week late (despite being told at my 38 week appointment that I wouldn't make it through the weekend). Like her brother, when she finally came, it was fast and furious. Almost no time for an epidural. The past three weeks have been challenging yet so much easier than the first time around. Like her brother, A has a tongue tie and I'm exclusively pumping again. But this time, I'm so much more relaxed, so much calmer. I'm tired but I feel GOOD. If I'm being honest, how good I feel this time makes it very clear that I was dealing (or more accurately, refusing to acknowledge and deal with) some postpartum depression the first time. M has been so sweet with his sister. He says good morning to her, kisses her little head, runs to the rescue the second she loses her "sucky" (pacifier), and tries to share his trucks with her. It's amazing considering everything he's dealt with in the last six weeks - his nanny going on maternity leave, transitioning to a bed, me being home all the time, a new nanny, an ear infection, and a bad stomach virus, and a new sibling. He's been a real trooper. It's only been three weeks, but I already can barely remember life before this sweet girl.

This is the best Polyvore I've ever seen. 🍕#allpizzaeverything

That is all.

- This salad is everything.  No bacon though.  It’s unnecessary.  

Oh, and my big buddy and I celebrated (a little early) 8 (8!) years of marriage with a fun dinner out at Roister. We also need to maximize our final days of free babysitting, as M has a little cousin coming soon and we will be owing my brother and sister in law LOTS of nights out.

After a successful 20 week ultrasound, we are finally feeling comfortable to share the happy news - Baby #2 arrives this September! Max is begrudgingly reading up on big brother things and preparing for the swift, hard fall from his pedestal. The prospect of 2 under 2 is exciting and terrifying all at once. Here we go!

When I use "Regards," as my sign off, I basically mean "Go fuck yourself."

Sometimes you are late for the Easter egg hunt because you didn't plan enough time for errands and then your toddler spills his ONE egg of candy and you let him pick it out of the dirt because, well, you feel bad that you were late. Unrelated, I accidentally sucker punched him today when my hand slipped while trying to adjust the chest clip on his car seat. Where do I submit my application for mother of the year?

Onward.

60 degrees in February. How about that? Mike was on full time dad duty this week as I had a big deadline Friday that kept me at the office late every night. So Saturday, Little M and I ran a full morning's worth of errands to give Mike a break. He held the grocery list, stared at the Mariano's ceiling fans, "drove" his car cart, held onto the pint of half and half for dear life, and greeted everyone with a wave and an awkward toddler slightly too loud and enthusiastic HIIIIII! A long walk and stop to swing at the park, though the slide was a bigger hit. Nap time naps for everyone, an episode of Fuller House (there's 30 minutes of my life I won't have back), a ridiculous amount of sushi from Yuzu with a fire in the fireplace and crime documentaries on the TV. This morning we hit the pancake house early and headed for the zoo. Watching my little guy explore, interact with new people, and experience things (like the above carousel ride) for the first time is really something. More nap time naps for everyone, zoodles for dinner, homemade chocolate chip cookies warm from the oven and the Oscars. There is something so wonderful about the simple things.

“If you can listen to this song and not jump out of your seat, or at least chair twerk, check your pulse because you might be dead.”

Family room inspiration.

We read it 8 times as he turned the pages and my heart exploded into a million little pieces.

(via The Honest Toddler)