Something I Thought I'd Never Do

So what's the weirdest non-toilet thing you've ever done while you were on the toilet?

Before the baby, I'd have to say it was, oh, maybe filing my nails. You know...we women like to multi-task. Reading - fairly normal to some - I've done it. I still do it. It's pretty much the only time I can find to do it. I think I may have blogged a time or two on the pot. I have never eaten in the can (though I can admit that I have finished chewing a mouthful of sandwich while getting...umm..."set-up").

This is my new accomplishment:

Nursing while in the biffy.

Ugh.

Never thought I'd to it, but necessity is the mother of invention. My Guy was gone, I was already in the middle of nursing and well, when you gotta go, you just gotta go. So we just went.

Gross right? Mom's? Anyone else share my shame? Bueller?

Storm Watch

The only other thing to report was yesterday's blowout. Keegan started choking on the changing table when I was doing his diaper, so in a panic, after a whole load of milk came out of his nose and mouth, I picked him up...without a diaper on. He then proceeded to pee all down the front of freshly showered me. In the sleep deprived fog, I think I thought that I could catch the flow between my knees. Not so much. So he kept freaking out so I could only comfort him by nursing him. I decided to throw him over my shoulder and get set up when he barfed cheese on my shoulder. He was also wearing a good deal of it. Let me sum up the scene for you.

• Cheesy barf on his face, clothes and my shoulder.
• Pee down the front of his onesie, my bra, naked tummy, underwear, freshly shaved and lotioned legs and the carpet below.
• Milk dripping out of my boobs onto his face, shoulder, onesie and my tummy.
• Then he pooped ferociously. (Luckily I had the presence of mind to whip on a poorly placed diaper before we got to the nursing chair. It held.)

There we were, sitting in squalour, me wondering what the hell just happened. I went from this






to this





in a matter of seconds.

This Is My Life

I get excited if I can manage to accomplish one thing in a day. Pathetic, I know. Some past daily milestones:

- painted my toenails

- went to Target (still without the baby...I'll get there)

- grabbed a shower

- answered three emails

- shaved legs

- unloaded the dishwasher

- cooked a real meal

- drove to the pediatrician without Ray

- did two loads of laundry

- cleaned the kitchen counter

- got bagels and coffee on Saturday morning

Keep in mind that the entire list above would be a normal Saturday-before-11:00-am kind of activity in my previous life.

Am I adjusting okay? I don't know. I think I'm keeping it together pretty well, but I am kind of struggling with my new identity. What is it right now? I know it's "New Mom," but what is that really at this moment? Your basic vending machine, that always has one eye open to make sure the baby is still breathing/not choking/dry/happy/well-fed.

I'm told this too will pass.

But I'm okay. I'm really okay. Because we have this...

I Can't Decide Which I Need More

To get out of the house

OR

Take a nap.

My closing left eye is rooting for the nap. My feet are arguing with my eye.

I'll let you know who wins in a min.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

For Those In The Know

Question for the breast feeding moms:

When the sweet one is/was latched, does/did anyone else feel like there is/was a disco going on in the active boob? You know, with 70s strobe lights and everything?

Why I Haven't Been Around Lately

Say hi to our Keegan! This little morsel of love showed up on July 24th at 12:46. He was 7 lbs 9 ozs and 20 inches long. We have been swooning ever since (and grabbing sleep wherever and whenever we can find it!).

I keep thinking I can blog when he finishes up his eternal snacking, but then I want to rest when he is out, so my computer is gathering a bit of dust. I'm told this will get better. Are they lying to me?


Daddy arm with Baby foot - cute, right?