sleeping, flip flops, its all the same.

i truly do not understand the phenomenon that is tired children. for some reason when children are tired they do not have the ability to just go to sleep like regular people. im not sure why, i dont think the concept is that hard, when im sleepy, i just go to bed. but for some reason my children do not know that when they are tired they can just close their eyes and take care of business. instead they cry and scream about how tired they are... literally, the older one will scream 'night night,' but to actually go to sleep on his own. no way.

its almost like standing in a fully stocked kitchen and whining about how hungry you are. ok, maybe its not totally like that because who hasnt stood in front of the fridge with door open for a good 7 minutes and still not found anything to eat. maybe its more like getting ready to walk out the door, looking at your flip flops and for some reason unbeknownst to you, you are unequipped to actually put them on your feet therefore rendering you unable to leave the house. yeah, i think its more like that.

so if anyone wants to come over and teach my children how to put on flip flops and go to sleep on their own it would be greatly appreciated. thanks.

the magic of 'no.'

i want a no 'no button.'

at some point my sweet, adorable baby boy learned that he has the amazing ability to say 'no.' and since this discovery was made he has been putting it to use no less than 178 times a day.

he says no to everything.

::at lunch time me: 'do you want a sandwich or yogurt?'
him: 'no.'

::at playtime me: 'are you having fun with your cars?'
him: 'no.'

::at snack time me: 'would you like some fruit?' (his fave)
him: 'no.'

basically at any point where 'no' could possibly be an answer, and even in cases where it makes no sense as an answer, it IS his answer. we will even be doing nothing, maybe im making dinner and hes playing near me, he will just say 'no mom, no' for no reason. he just likes to say no.

the worst part if the whole situation is that in my head if hes saying 'no,' then that means he knows what 'no' means. so when i tell him no to something and he continues doing whatever it was he was doing, then he is specifically ignoring what i said. not cool big guy, not cool.

im really hoping the little one isnt hearing all of this 'no' talk and scheming in his cute head about all the things he is silently saying no to...

i should get an award.

breastfeeding is difficult for many different reasons.

of course theres the issues of mama being the only one to get up in the middle of the night, the annoyingly boring task of trying to pump if you know youll be out, the awesomely fun scavenger hunt for the 'nice bathrooms' at the mall that lend to more comfortable nursing, and the oh so embarrassing problem of occasional leakage in public.

while the above mentioned things arent the most awesome, none of these are my biggest issue with breastfeeding my child. i feel like the sweet bonding time we share together and knowing that i am the only one able to do it are worth all the troubles... except for one.

my child bites.

he doesnt have teeth just yet, but they might as well be in there. he is teething like his only goal in life is to get those teeth out. every waking moment he has to have something is his mouth, either a toy, his fingers, your fingers, a blanket, anything. but the most awful part of it all is when he gets his undeterrable urge to bite while part of me is in his mouth. not cool.

it is especially unpleasant during the 4 am feeding.

heres the scenerio: baby starts stirring just a bit, i wake up, turn on the bathroom light and mostly close the door (i need a little light- my aim isnt perfect). i get the baby up, we sit in the nursing chair, and while we are both half asleep he begins to nurse. in the middle of fighting my own body to stay awake there is a sudden stab of pain! of course i cry out, (i mean, come on, someone just bit my boob) and my voice startles the baby who also then cries out. from there on it is just a downward spirial of crying and sadness from all parties. but soon enough i get us both calmed down and resume the nursing.

im pretty sure i sure get an award or something.




a picture of the cute little biter.