In my delirium, I thought I would do something with mushrooms and title it "Meet my fun guy". Get it? Fun Guy...Fungi?
Thankfully Becca and Lorie staged an intervention.
They were like, "Um, no. We can't let you do that". I guess friends don't let friends drive drunk. Or do lame birth announcements while drugged up.
So I switched gears and did something totally different. Not mushroom related at all. And I will show you soon.
However, I still had to get my little mushroom fix! So while on vacation, I embroidered Twain a mushroom onesie.
Introducing...my little "fun guy" :)
He has the biggest smile I've ever seen, but I have failed to capture it on film. He smiles with his whole face. I'm too busy drowning in his wild lopsided grins to grab a camera, so this picture will have to do for now. At least he looks happy!
Twain, at 2.5 months, you are:
GREAT at lifting your head while I am holding you. Or burping you.
You hate my camera and fuss every time you hear it click. Hence, I must use a binky to help pacify you during picture time.
You eat every 2 to 3 hours. Even in the middle at night. It doesn't matter if we supplement with formula or not...Hence, your mama is quite sleep-deprived. You are around 12 pounds.
And during the day, you like to take quick little cat-naps. See, here you are asleep...
And then, bam, you are awake!
and then, back to sleep.
Sleep issues aside, you are just about the cuddliest, squishiest baby ever. You just melt into me. Just like your brother Calvin. And you make the cutest little eeping noises when you want to talk to us. You especially love your mama and turn your head and eyes to look at her whenever she is around.
And as for me...here I am at 2.5 months into babyhood:
My incision feels much better compared to my previous c-sections. Knock on wood.
I am still trying to eat healthier. I feel sheepish to admit I have been counting calories lately. It sounds so antiquated compared to all the new hip programs out there. But basically, I need to know that I am getting enough calories to keep the boy fed~but not so many calories that we both turn into big blobs of protoplasm~
I was doing really great for the first week and a half. Eating all my Trader Joes food. I even lost 3 pounds. But then, my milk supply started to drop the past 2 days, so I had to increase my calories a bit. Oh well. I am not going to be losing weight very quickly. So, I will have to measure my victories in other ways.
Like celebrate the fact that I have not eaten any sweets(cookies, candy, ice cream, brownies etc...) in TWO WHOLE WEEKS!!!! This is huge for me. I am trying to detox from sweets for a whole month. Such addicting stuff.
And I'm also celebrating the fact that I have been exercising almost every day, or every other day!
Mind you me, it's mostly just prenatal pilates, LOL, but that still qualifies right? I tried the postnatal pilates and I am SO NOT READY for one-armed push-ups with one eye tied behind my back. So prenatal pilates it is! It's a pretty good work out. Never mind the fact that the host is in her 3rd trimester...
...or the fact that I am whacking a toddler with my weights when he walks by. Not to mention that same toddler bringing me boxes of Cheese-Itz and Cheerios and placing them on my head while doing leg lifts...or thrusting his shoes in my face while coming up for air doing sit-ups...all of this while the baby is screaming on the floor when he should be doing his baby pilates. AKA tummy time.
If this isn't enough, Finn and Calvin like to scrutinize me while I exercise: "Hey mommy, why aren't your weights all the way over your head like hers?" & "why aren't you breathing like her?"
That's when I throw in the towel and herd the boys out for a lovely evening walk around the park. But so long as I am moving and trying to get fit, I will most certainly count it as exercise! Those evening walks are quickly becoming the highlight of my day.
Sometimes I get into a groove with all 4 boys. We even make it to the outside world where there are actual people. Only to fall quickly out of my groove...and back into my house to recover for days on end. I imagine that is how life will be for the next few months. In and out of sync with the rest of the world.
I better sign off. My little fun-guy is not having fun right now. He's screaming for his mama...