Fun On Friday.

I just made my children watch waaaaay too many hours of the Royal Wedding.

There were definitely a few moments where my childhood wishes of becoming a princess bubbled right up to the surface again.
Kate Katherine, Princess William, was absolutely gorgeous.  Her dress was beautiful and she seemed adequately nervous.  Seriously, she just became the future Queen of England.   There was one point where I saw her mouth to Prince William "are you happy?".  He nodded, and asked the same of her.  She just beamed.

I hope it lasts...

Anyway - this is what B-rox took from it:
B: Mom, I'm going to marry a princess someday and make you a queen.
Me:  That's sweet, but it doesn't really work that way.
B: If I marry a pretty princess - I'll be a prince.  Then I can just tell them you are.

He doesn't need to marry a princess to make me feel like a queen.  Things like that let me know he already thinks I am.  


Aaaand, now for some visual stimulation.  Here's his parkour video.

Medical Licenses For Free... Apparently.

I breast feed.  

Because I can.

Because it's what's best for me.

It's what's best for my baby.

I really like "having a treadmill strapped to my chest".  Because, let's face it.  Women are not happy with the way they look after having a kid. I am, obviously, a woman, thus not happy with my body post-baby. 

I also like that it's, uh, free.  (Except for the fact that I'm Hungry Like The Wolf.  All. The. Time.)

That being said - If you don't breast feed.  That's fine.  It's none of my business why, I don't judge, if your baby is happy - if you are happy - I don't understand why I should have an opinion on how you feed your baby.  

I also cloth diaper. 

I think everybody should do this (but understand if you don't).  If you ask me about it, I'm likely to evangelicalize about it.  Just call me Sister Sarah, of the Church of Cloth Diapers.  

Alright, now that we've gotten the introduction over with - I can go into my rant. 

Holdeezy went in to his 4 month well baby appointment on Monday.  After a quick "systems check" as I call them, (reflexes - body part check - heart/lung -eyes, ears, nose, mouth), this is the conversation that followed:

Doctor: I checked his weight on the growth chart, he seems to be on the low end of the scale.

Me: That's not really surprising.  Neither of my other children were huge and my first is what you'd call tiny.

Dr: Are you nursing full time?

Me: Yes.  

Dr:  It may be time to switch to formula.

Me: Uh, why?

Dr: Because your baby is small.

Me: Uhm, he's gained a pound in the last month...

Dr: Yes, but he's only in the 20th percentile for weight.

Me: Yes, but he continues to gain - on the 20th percentile curve.  I'm not seeing the problem.

Dr: Well, how do you know he's getting enough food?

Me: I nurse on demand, and whenever I pump I can hit 8 ounces in about 5 minutes.  So, I know I'm making enough.

Dr: You should think about supplementing with formula.

Me: I don't understand why.

Dr: Your baby is small.

Me: My baby is small - in weight.  (In height he's in the 70th percentile - or something like that.) But he has fat rolls on his legs, is happy (hello - hungry babies aren't) and is gaining weight just fine.  He's a small dude.  JUST. LIKE. HIS. BROTHER! 

Dr: Also, there was a tiny bit of butt rash - cloth diapering doesn't seem to be working.  You should save yourself the energy and just switch to disposables. 

Me: My kid has been sick, and running a fever.  The fact that his diaper rash is barely noticeable is BECAUSE of the cloth diapers.  

Dr: So, you're going to continue to breast feed? 

Me: Yes.  

Dr: You should start giving him rice cereal.

Me: 2 problems with that: I don't plan on starting solids until 6months and if you're worried about calories - recommending  rice cereal is probably not wise as it's LOWER in calories. 

Dr: Ok.  But you should come back in two weeks for a weight check.

Me: WHY? HE GAINED A POUND IN A MONTH!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! 

So, I'm pretty convinced he obtained his medical license for free.  On the internet.  From "We are Idiots Academy".  

Also, why are there so many nutters in the medical/dental profession - and why do I have to see them all?

Playing Hooky. (Hookie?)

But not really.  It was B-rox's last day of spring break and gorgeous out.
Kenny and I showed the Hubband and B-rox the wonders of the Marine Corps Museum Playground.

The first time in a swing - and not quite sure about it.

Maybe....

Oh mom, you sly dog, you! 

This shiz is fun! 

Wiggly stepping stones.  

I asked for them to smile.
This is what I get.  

Some Captain America action...

Kenny pushing dad, so he doesn't hurt his owie anymore.

Don't ask. 

Just a day in the life...

4 Months!

What better inspiration to get his four month pictures done, than the arrival of diapers?  (Diapers that were ordered SIX weeks ago!)

You're going to have to pay me for this. 

Hellz Yeah I accept payment via boob! 

Watch me get my flirt on, Lady. 

Mmmm... Boooooob....

... Oh, look.  My toes!

Who needs a hookah, when you can contemplatively blow bubbles? 

The end.
Get it? 

This is how I know my kids will someday need therapy.
 I mean, look at that crazy woman. 

 At his appointment today we learned he hasn't been sleeping because he has another set of ear infections.
We also learned he's 14lbs 7oz.  I don't know how many inches.  Tall, I know that.
He laughs.  He log rolls.  He makes me glad I had him.

This Guy.

Hit the four month mark 11 days ago.
I have not yet taken his monthly pictures.  I'm working on it...

Yes, people melt when they meet him.  How can you not with a grin like that? 


Also, they stick their finger in his mouth.  But that's a whole other post...

Happy Easter.

From, the eggs.

Oh yeah.  We went there. 

I No Longer Need a Break.

I need a crevasse.

One that even Bear Grylls couldn't rescue me from.  I want to sleep in that crevasse as long as it takes for global warming to melt me out of it.
A really, really, long time.

I've never actually been in a crevasse.  But, I'll bet they're quiet.  And dark.  And very sleep - inducing.

This past week has been fun. 
Every single member of my family (except me) has had a medical or dental appointment at least once this week.

Monday went like this:
Wake up at five am
Run
Shower
Get B-rox ready for school
Take B-rox to school
Come home
Drink coffee
Pick B-rox up from school early
Slog through DC traffic to pick up Hubband from work
Slog back through traffic to make medical appointments for B-rox and Hubband
Deal with medical appointments
Film B-rox doing his beginning parkour moves

This picture will have to do for the time being.
Google is awesome challenged at the moment, and won't let me upload the video. 

Slam hand in car door
Learn car door will close and fully latch with hand in it

The morning after.
Yes.  Still sore. 

Cry a little
Slog through traffic home
Make dinner
Have a cocktail
Bed.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday all seemed to be much of the same.  You can do some substitutions for "slam hand", like "argue with Butt Wad Dentist man".  (Who, at Kenny's appointment apologized.  Kenny had a stellar report card, no cavities, and very healthy gums.  Go. Freaking. Figure.) 


Oh, and did I mention that my angel baby decided that this is the week he doesn't want to be an angel baby?  He, for the last seven nights, has woken up every. single. hour.
When I ask Hubband to help out, he's more than willing.  Holdeezy has a few things to say about that though. Like "wwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" or "Shrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeik" or "dangnabbitquitholdingmeyoustinkyman!".
As soon as he's back with me he's quiet and happy.  Just not asleep.

Blah.

If you are a friend or family member, and are feeling neglected or forgotten by me - I apologize.  I don't think I've forgotten you.
But since I forgot when my birthday was, the other day, it's possible...  


Please don't write me off yet.  My planner for the coming week is MUCH less crowded.  I'll remember you all, then.
Thank you baby Jesus.  


Oh, and have a Happy Easter everybody.  I know I plan to.