Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Ooooh HAI!

Ooooh HAI there peoples! Just realized its been almost a year since I last blogged... I don't even know what my crazy pregnant ass even wrote about last year. Probably being crazy and pregnant... that would be my guess. Not so pregnant anymore, but more crazy! Baby number three brought me to whole new level of cray cray. No joke. I rarely sleep, my boobs belong to a 9 month old, and I would give my left arm for a vacation. By myself. To an undisclosed location. With nothing but a blanket, a pillow, and a fucking book. That is IT. 

Don't get me wrong... I love my kids. Love being a mom. But DAMN dude... I barely have time to breathe. I have four people to get ready in the morning, dump the kids off at daycare, and head to work to parent those shitheads for a few hours. Leave there, race to get the kids from daycare, fight traffic all the way home, find something to feed them, do homework, take showers, get tucked in, and try to have adult time until I tip over on the couch. Which is right about the time that the baby gets up. I swear he hears my head hit the pillow... Twerp. Anyhoo... updates. Ready go.

Ky started 5th grade. That makes me want to cry. She is growing up and it sucks. She starts band/orchestra this week. Gets to find out what instrument I have to rob a bank to afford to buy. WOOT! And then I get to hear her practice. Every day. For an hour. Yeah. Super fucking awesome. 

Chase started Kindergarten. That makes me want to cry. He is growing up and it sucks. He didn't even care about starting school. I had to distract myself when the bus came so I didn't completely lose my shit... and he couldn't have possibly cared less. Turd. 

Brennen is a giganto 9 month old. Well, he'll be 9 months in 4 days. He is 24 freakin' lbs. TWENTY FOUR. He is the size of a damn 18 month old. Monster baby. But he is mostly healthy. Gets a shit ton of illnesses from daycare because there are like 48 kids under 5 that go there. but whatever. Build that immune system, kid. He sleeps through the night like a champ. For like... solid hour or two. WOOHOO! Buttnugget. Nah, he does sleep pretty good for the first half of the night. Then he wakes up and remembers that he is a fatty and needs to eat every 47 seconds and thinks he's hungry. Yay nursing. 

So, speaking of nursing... this is the first one of the three that is COMPLETELY exclusively breastfed. No formula EVER. Not once. Never needed to supplement for weight gain, nothing. I nurse somewhat on demand at home and pump at work. I've weened myself down from pumping nearly 40oz a day on top of feeding him several times, to pumping around 12-20oz and feeding him at night. When I'm out in public with him on the weekends, I bring milk and a bottle just to make things a little easier. When he was younger, it was easier just to shove him under my shirt and let him go to town. Now its a little different. He is BIG. And distracted easily. He barely stays attached for a full minute before something else catches his attention. Hard to keep my nips covered when he is pulling that shit. :P Hey look! BOOBS! I like boobs. I like MY boobs. Too bad they'll be disappearing soon. Damn nursing boobies. I wish they could stay forever. But I am NOT about to spend an hour a day draining these bad boys just so I can fit the nice bras. 

ADD says its time to move on. Next topic. Ummmm... I'm hungry. I need to eat. We'll continue this chat later. But at least you know I'm not dead. Yet.