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Sugar vs. Snails

The whole time I was pregnant, I just assumed raising a baby boy would be like raising a baby girl.

Well, you know what happens when you assume something, right? Sort of the same philosophy that you can't compare children nor apples to oranges.

Well, Freddie sure isn't Sophia.

For starters, there's that whole penis thing. Circumcisions. Pointing it downward to avoid leaks up to his belly. Certain anatomy that I've never had to clean with a wet wipe before...although I think Joel might be envious when I open up those wipes. Sorry Joel. I had to write it...

As for eating, Freddie is a gingerly eater. While Sophia could down an 8 oz bottle in mere minutes, Freddie will just take his sweet time and spend about 30 minutes on 3 oz. Fine during the day, but at 3:30 in the morning? Let's pick up the pace here sweetheart!

He's been a good sleeper so far and consistently gets up every three hours for food. Not bad when you set his times for midnight, 3am and 6am. Very do-able, although his 2-week coma should end soon and we'll be shortly meeting the real baby.

When he's awake, he is a very alert and calm child but if you dress him or change his diaper or are five seconds past his three hour feeding mark, bring out the earplugs. He. Is. Loud. Good for us, it only lasts for a minute or two.

He will be 2 weeks old on Monday and that is very exciting for me since it also means my 2 week driving and lifting ban is over with. Get me out of this apartment and let me pick up my sweet, sweet first born.

She needs attention too.

Deep Breath

Today is another one of those days where I am going to be on pins and needles.

This morning my mom is at the hospital getting ready for her lung biopsy to rule out cancer and make sure this little spot is just scar tissue. While it's been great being so close to family, it makes me sad that she is still five hours away. It's not a far distance, but unfortunately for this procedure, it came at a time where I am on a driving ban until next Monday.

I will be continuing to say positive thoughts for her and and all the other friends and family I know that are dealing with not so fun medical issues.

Can't we all be healthy and celebrate by smothering ourselves in chocolate and marshmallows?

Nana, this blog is for you.

Inspector Gadget

One of the stresses of this apartment is the fact that we have quarterly inspections.

The term inspection is used loosely, since all they really do is ask if we have any maintenance questions while dropping off an air filter. Still, I get worked up over them. Mostly because I have a psycho dog or the fact they seem to come at the most inopportune times such as nap time or while I'm using the bathroom.

On the plus side of things, today should be quiet upstairs since they know the inspections are coming and they'll want to be on their best behavior.

Rock Band will just have to wait until tomorrow.

Say it with me folks, FOUR MORE MONTHS.

March 1st

Last night as I sat on the couch crying from either the neighbors, the thought of Joel going to work the next day or the fact that I had my first migraine in months due to the LOUDEST TODDLER EVER, Joel reminded me that it was March 1st and I wasn't supposed to be grumpy, I was supposed to be celebrating.

In all the hubbub of having a baby and dealing with hormone withdrawals, I forgot all about March 1st. Sort of how I always forget about Millie's birthday...

The night that Joel was laid off, we both sat on our back porch and stared into the yard figuring out what to do next. We came to the conclusion that March 1st was going to be our day of celebrating if things worked out or March 1st would be our day of sheer panic if jobs were not found and homes were not sold.

Luckily, we didn't have to worry about the latter part.

So even though I'm a hormonal wreck, I realize two things...

One. We sold our house and now have four months until we'll move into a brand-new built for us home that is only 15 minutes door to door from my sister's house. Two. Joel has a job that he is enjoying at the moment and gets decent benefits that have allowed us to have a second baby without paying thousands and thousands of dollars.

I may have forgotten to celebrate last night, but I know things worked out. Let's just get through this adjustment period of a newborn and toddler and then I'll throw a party.