Scratch 'n Sniff

Baby's nails are out of control. I carefully file em down, and I swear within the next 5 minutes, they've grown out again! It's the milk I tell ya. It does a body good.

We have yet to actually cut baby's nails. I just can't bring myself to do it. I'm scarred from attempting to cut my doggie's nails, where I cut too close and he cried and bled! So we FILE baby's nails for now.

After I get baby in a food coma, (so that he's not able to fight back), I file away at his nails. I get into this zone where I'm obssessed with filing. So I think it's all good, and then whattadayaknow, another big scratch appears on baby's face! So on come the mitts. Poor baby, I don't want to have to use the mitts too often since I want him to feel his hands and fingers, and use em. But he keeps using em on his handsome face! So the mitts stay on...for now. His right hand is the one that is really out of control! So sometimes, he only wears the mitt on that hand. Poor thing, he's like Michael Jackson with his one glove.

One time he scratched deep enough for it to bleed! Right on his cute little nose. I died. I almost cried. He wasn't in any pain at all and didn't even react to it. It hurt me more than it hurt him.

He just loves to touch his face. Or rather run his hands across his face. So dramatic too! Like he's vying for a Best Actor Oscar or something. (He's totally my son!)

So I file, he scratches, I cry, the mitts come on. It's an endless cycle of Scratch 'n Sniff.

Weighting It Out

I went to my 6 week post partum check up today, and I finally weighed in! We don't own a scale at home, so I have been waiting for this weigh in for a while. I gained a total of 37 lbs during my pregnancy, which doesn't sound like a whole lot, but when you're 4'11, 37 lbs SHOWS a whole lot more than on a taller person, trust me. There isn't a lot of room to distribute all the added weight, so on shorter, smaller people, even the slightest weight gain shows up so much more.

Anyhow, ok so I put on 37 lbs. And drumroll...I lost 26 of it already! So I have 11 more pounds to shed to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight. But I hear those last 10 pounds are the HARDEST to lose, cause for some reason, they just want to stick around.

Admittedly, those first 26 pounds just fell off. Thank goodness. I wasn't really doing anything to lose that weight...YET. But you lose a ton anyways after delivery, and then you easily lose some more those first couple of weeks. For me, I didn't even have time to think about eating since I was busy adjusting to being a new mom, and so I hardly ate those first couple of weeks, and plus I am breastfeeding, and that burns tons of calories right there.

But now, nothing is just easily falling off. So it's time to bring out the big guns. Billy Blanks is back to whip me back into shape and I'm seeing my old friend the treadmill again. I've been waiting to start exercising again, but I needed to wait for this 6 week checkup for the doc to clear me to start up again.

So now I've healed, I'm cleared and I'm ready. There's only one problem...

...When? I mean, when does a new mom find the time now to fit in an exercise regime? There's hardly time to squeeze in a shower, let alone some time to work out, and then of course if one finds the time to work out, then one must find even more time for a shower after that workout -- a vicious cycle I tell ya. I can't just pick up and head to the gym, since I can't leave my lil buddy. And so the only windows of time that I have are when my lil buddy is sleeping, but those are the times I need to also sleep, or eat, or do the laundry, do the dishes, ...blog?, etc. Finding time to work out is a workout in itself.

Curse those celebrity moms who have nannies and personal trainers. I feel like joining Dancing with the Stars, they always drop tons of weight. I was a dancer, did I mention that? Yes I was, back in the days of yore. Oh how I miss my metabolism back then.

So in short, I have 11 pounds to lose, all this pent up energy to start losing em, but with no time to lose em, what's a gal to do? Mr. Baby calls all the shots now, so I just have to wait til he gives me a chance to. Just wait.

Oh how I hate the weighting.

My Son Shine

It's been a tough few days lately. Baby is having his growth spurt, which means he's up every 2 hours or so to eat. Which further means that mommy and daddy are getting even less sleep now.

I'm so disheveled, I hardly recognize myself. A shower is a rare luxury, I've got spit up on my t-shirts, not to mention I have to wear my husband's tees nowadays cause my new breast friends won't fit into my own tees, I'm sleep deprived, my highlights need a touch up just as bad as I need a shower, and since I happen to have a baby boy, pee-pee gets just about everywhere during our changing sessions. And I do mean EVERYWHERE. Pee-pee teepees DO NOT work.

Attractive, huh. But the funny part is, I don't mind it at all. Getting up is the hardest part, especially when you are all comfy and warm under the blankets. But once I'm up and I see my lil pal, it's just all worth it. Of course, he's not so amused, he's busy crying waiting for his next feeding and then strategizing on what gifts to leave us in his diaper. Those are always fun surprises.

Our boy goes through more wardrobe changes in a day than Beyonce at the oscars. There are even some outfits that only last as long as when they are put on. And then there are the diaper changes. Don't get me started.

But you forget about the stinky diapers, and you look beyond the sleep loss, cause the rewards far outweigh the hardships. Our son smiles now. The real ones. They are priceless.

So even through all the gray clouds of dishevelment and disorder, it's still always a happy time cause I have my son shine.

Cry, Baby

Admittedly, before having a baby, I wasn't much of a baby person. You could say I was more of a doggie person. In the past, I would find a little puppy more appealing than a passing baby. Cause lets all admit it, not ALL babies are cute. But really all puppies are, right?

But now. Now that I'm a mommy and have my little baby pal, I have finally become a "baby" person. Don't get me wrong, I still love puppies and doggies. But now I get it. I get the "baby thing." I find myself much more interested and empathetic to all babies. And when I say empathetic, I mean it.

If I come across a disturbing story about a baby, the waterworks turn on. I was watching Oprah today, and she was collecting pajamas for foster kids, and when they rolled out the pj's, I couldn't control it, the tears came down. I just thought of all the babies in foster care that didn't have any pajamas, and then I thought of our baby and how adorable and comfortable he is in all his pajamas, and my tears just came. I was watching Grey's Anatomy and even the fictional baby storylines get me. I'm a sucker and a basketcase now when it comes to anything baby.

I would say I don't know what is happening to me, but I do. Mommyhood is happening to me. Like Sears, I now have a softer side as well. There you have it, I've revealed my kryptonite - babies and puppies.

Now I am not a crybaby, I just need to go cry, baby. Thank goodness for commas.