I don't hate much but I do hate the pump. I love being able to juggle being a mom and working but I really hate the pumping.
Too much information - by the time friday rolls around and I've pumped 3-4 times a day for the past five days, my girl parts are ready for a weekend vacation if you know what I mean. I'm sorry family. This is probably more than you bargained for as you decided to check in on the Palmer's for an update on Aedan. It just makes me feel better to write about it then for the hatred to clutter up my brain.
I feel like my day revolves around the pump. "Look at the time! Oh it's time to pump." Or, "I can't possibly go to an all-day meeting, where will I pump?" "Oh crap! I'm not pumping enough!" The drama goes on and on...and it's not even good drama.
Ugh.
Reading to my Animals
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Please, Oh Please...
just sleep! What went wrong. What are WE doing wrong that this little boy has chosen after 4 months of sleeping through the night to now wake up every hour. I'm tired. I'm irritable. I have blood shot eyes.
He giggles every time I go in to check on him. What do you do with that?
He giggles every time I go in to check on him. What do you do with that?
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Long Time No Talkie
Sorry to my readers out there. I just know there must be thousands of you (right!). Seriously though, I do apologize for not updating this as regularly as I should since I do have a few friends and family out there who do wonder how the Palmer's are and more importantly, Aedan.
So where are we at? Well, I'm sad to say that we're still in the throws of teething. It's bareable at least. He's not an angry little man anymore. He's mostly gnawing on anything he can get his hands on and generally just growling at me. That's a really strange thing actually. The person that he's around the most, who he relies on food for, who birthed him to say the least, is also the person he has a general distaste for in some of his worst days.
Now, I'm prone to exaggeration...those who know me best SHOULD realize that. Aedan is by far one of the easiest babies I've ever known. His worst days account for the occassional fussiness, going to bed a little later than 7:30 p.m. and waking up slightly before his regular 6:00 a.m. rising. "Give me a break" say most mothers! "You've got it easy!" We all have our crosses to bear.
Update on Aedan (sorry I rambled there a bit):
At 6 months old already...I can hardly believe it, Aedan has more personality than ever. We are now able to distinguish grumpy, sad, happy, giggly, silly, snuggly, sleepy, and hungry emotions. He's about 19 pounds and 28 inches long. At his last check-up we were happily notified that we weren't growing a gigantic baby. Seems as though his weight gain is evening out but he is a long boy.
Aedan has lots of ticklish spots...under his little butt cheeks, between the "Perry" thighs (all of you Perry's out there can relate), his neck when you can find it, and of course his little arm pits. Sitting up has become a sport so to speak. He does the "you're not going to make me lay down" kind of wretching with his little body and then just the opposite when the mood strikes.
A couple of weeks ago we visited Iron Kettle Pumpkin Farm. He was less than enthused.
He's now eating food - the homemade kind. I'm really not sure if this is going to work for him in the long run. All sorts of kids whose crazy granola eating moms have made their own baby food and still have grown wacked out kids who only eat chicken nuggets and candy bars. We'll see. So far he loves bananas, applesauce, pears, acorn squash and sweet potatoes. It's fun to watch the faces he makes with each new food group.
We're good, Aedan's happy and healthy, Pat and I are still married, and all is well. We're surviving this crazy road trip of life - for now anyway.
So where are we at? Well, I'm sad to say that we're still in the throws of teething. It's bareable at least. He's not an angry little man anymore. He's mostly gnawing on anything he can get his hands on and generally just growling at me. That's a really strange thing actually. The person that he's around the most, who he relies on food for, who birthed him to say the least, is also the person he has a general distaste for in some of his worst days.
Now, I'm prone to exaggeration...those who know me best SHOULD realize that. Aedan is by far one of the easiest babies I've ever known. His worst days account for the occassional fussiness, going to bed a little later than 7:30 p.m. and waking up slightly before his regular 6:00 a.m. rising. "Give me a break" say most mothers! "You've got it easy!" We all have our crosses to bear.
Update on Aedan (sorry I rambled there a bit):
At 6 months old already...I can hardly believe it, Aedan has more personality than ever. We are now able to distinguish grumpy, sad, happy, giggly, silly, snuggly, sleepy, and hungry emotions. He's about 19 pounds and 28 inches long. At his last check-up we were happily notified that we weren't growing a gigantic baby. Seems as though his weight gain is evening out but he is a long boy.
Aedan has lots of ticklish spots...under his little butt cheeks, between the "Perry" thighs (all of you Perry's out there can relate), his neck when you can find it, and of course his little arm pits. Sitting up has become a sport so to speak. He does the "you're not going to make me lay down" kind of wretching with his little body and then just the opposite when the mood strikes.
A couple of weeks ago we visited Iron Kettle Pumpkin Farm. He was less than enthused.
He's now eating food - the homemade kind. I'm really not sure if this is going to work for him in the long run. All sorts of kids whose crazy granola eating moms have made their own baby food and still have grown wacked out kids who only eat chicken nuggets and candy bars. We'll see. So far he loves bananas, applesauce, pears, acorn squash and sweet potatoes. It's fun to watch the faces he makes with each new food group.
We're good, Aedan's happy and healthy, Pat and I are still married, and all is well. We're surviving this crazy road trip of life - for now anyway.
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