So it's been (looking at calendar) 3 months since I last posted (I've actually started about a dozen, but never finished them and now they're no longer timely).
So lets see...highlights and lowlights.
1. The wee V is now 5'10 and puberty seems to be in remission (or at least the attitude does)
2. Spud..is a whirling dervish of destruction. He has two modes..GO FAST..and sleep.
3. Mr. Dreadful and I are still renovating the old money pit..I mean house.
4. I'm still playing soccer (miraculous I know..I'm sure the ol' knees will buckle any day now)
5. I have my first actual real wrinkle, it's between my eyes on my forehead, perhaps from squinting? Mr. Dreadful say's most likely it's from giving stupid people the "stink eye".
My Mom has it too..so I suspect he may be right.
6. I have embraced technology to the extent that I have both an iPod touch, a fussy digital SLR camera..AND..a Kindle.
How cool am I? Pretty damn cool..but now I obsess about people breaking into my house to
steal all my snappy new electronic gadgets.
7. I recently had a very dear friend from my misspent youth die. And it sucks, because the world was just a better place with him it (funnier for sure at least)
7. Ummm..thats it.... I guess doing an overview makes my life seem less interesting that a daily/weekly sorta posting does.
I shall endeavor to work on that!
Happy Belated Mothers Day to all my lovely mom type friends.
-P.D
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Monday, May 11, 2009
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
As different as night and day
Already at only 5 months my darling little spud his showing his personality.
And it is amazing to me how different my two children are (though it bugs Mr. Dreadful to no end that they look indentical at this age, if one were to put a picture of The WeeV and Spud at 5 months next to each other, it would appear as two photo's of same child)
V as a child was a cuddler, he loved nothing more than taking a snooze face down on Mommy.
We used to while away more than a few afternoons with him happily snoozing and drooling on me.
Spud will have none of that, he'll nap sitting on my lap, but he must be face out, toward the world. Meeting it face on even in sleep.
Both are happy children, one more cautious the other more stubborn.
And it is amazing to me how different my two children are (though it bugs Mr. Dreadful to no end that they look indentical at this age, if one were to put a picture of The WeeV and Spud at 5 months next to each other, it would appear as two photo's of same child)
V as a child was a cuddler, he loved nothing more than taking a snooze face down on Mommy.
We used to while away more than a few afternoons with him happily snoozing and drooling on me.
Spud will have none of that, he'll nap sitting on my lap, but he must be face out, toward the world. Meeting it face on even in sleep.
Both are happy children, one more cautious the other more stubborn.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
My three children...
My darling first born...the wee-V....My sweet baby..spud.......And my breast pump
I have a love hate relationship with the latter.
Since I have been forced to return to work, I have enjoyed (not) multiple daily appointments with the breast pump.
Ameda..Purely yours..double pump.
We meet covertly in the file room (after locking the door, hanging up the "go away" sign outside, and covering the big window next to the door)
I loathe this process daily, and look at it akin to thrice daily trips to the dentists office.
The discomfort not withstanding, I find it near to impossible to relax. Which is necessary to stimulate letdown. Every slight sound I hear I am sure I am either inconveniencing someone or someone is going to try to barge in (yes I know I lock the door, I'm paranoid like that) so I'm nervous as a wren which means I only get the most pitiful drops (which I covet nonetheless)
So why dont I just stop? Excellent question.
The one I admit to and champion? Because it is the best thing for my little spud, he is gorgeous and healthy and I know to a certain extent it is because of my dedication to nursing him and providing him with breastmilk.
The other less championed reason? Because I would feel like a failure if I stopped.
I feel like a crappy mother for even complaining about this, because it is such a small sacrifice for the well being of my child. There are women who travel miles to just get clean water for their family and I'm whinging about 20 minutes three times a day? I should be ashamed of myself for my self indulgence.
But I just cannot psyche myself for this task daily at work..I live for the weekends more so now, so that I can leisurely nurse or pump or whatever is the comfort and privacy of my home.
I tell you.....This being a mom stuff is a slippery slope of self flagellation.
I have a love hate relationship with the latter.
Since I have been forced to return to work, I have enjoyed (not) multiple daily appointments with the breast pump.
Ameda..Purely yours..double pump.
We meet covertly in the file room (after locking the door, hanging up the "go away" sign outside, and covering the big window next to the door)
I loathe this process daily, and look at it akin to thrice daily trips to the dentists office.
The discomfort not withstanding, I find it near to impossible to relax. Which is necessary to stimulate letdown. Every slight sound I hear I am sure I am either inconveniencing someone or someone is going to try to barge in (yes I know I lock the door, I'm paranoid like that) so I'm nervous as a wren which means I only get the most pitiful drops (which I covet nonetheless)
So why dont I just stop? Excellent question.
The one I admit to and champion? Because it is the best thing for my little spud, he is gorgeous and healthy and I know to a certain extent it is because of my dedication to nursing him and providing him with breastmilk.
The other less championed reason? Because I would feel like a failure if I stopped.
I feel like a crappy mother for even complaining about this, because it is such a small sacrifice for the well being of my child. There are women who travel miles to just get clean water for their family and I'm whinging about 20 minutes three times a day? I should be ashamed of myself for my self indulgence.
But I just cannot psyche myself for this task daily at work..I live for the weekends more so now, so that I can leisurely nurse or pump or whatever is the comfort and privacy of my home.
I tell you.....This being a mom stuff is a slippery slope of self flagellation.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sleep deprivation and natural sunlight
I'm home!
And so is spud!
I apologize for being so neglectful...I suck.
No good excuse other than I was just overwhelmed by everything and had nary a creative thought in my pretty little head.
Plus I kept starting an entry..and then getting sidetracked and leaving it unfinished.
So instead on trying to write it ALL at once...I'm going to have to write it in bits...so please pardon the "hindsite" and eventually I will get everyone caught up on the the roller coaster that is this ride has been.
And eventually I'll even get pictures up.
In the meantime I have done my part to continue the species, and Owen Christopher Dreadful is so gorgeous and wonderful that I'm stunned stupid at how blessed I am.
peas and carats,
-P
And so is spud!
I apologize for being so neglectful...I suck.
No good excuse other than I was just overwhelmed by everything and had nary a creative thought in my pretty little head.
Plus I kept starting an entry..and then getting sidetracked and leaving it unfinished.
So instead on trying to write it ALL at once...I'm going to have to write it in bits...so please pardon the "hindsite" and eventually I will get everyone caught up on the the roller coaster that is this ride has been.
And eventually I'll even get pictures up.
In the meantime I have done my part to continue the species, and Owen Christopher Dreadful is so gorgeous and wonderful that I'm stunned stupid at how blessed I am.
peas and carats,
-P
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