Friday, July 22, 2011

Nursing, The Milk Group and how I fit into it all.

As a wannabe green mom its only natural I would be pro breastfeeding as well. (For the record when I started breastfeeding Bonnie almost 8 yrs ago NO ONE was breastfeeding. It was like a weird, crazy, thing to do)
And thankfully I have blessed to be successful at nursing my children.

With Bonnie, she was a model nursing baby- 15-20 minutes on each side and fell right to sleep after a quick burping session. As she got older she nursed for longer periods of time but never overindulgent.

With Clyde, definitely an extended nurser and he went more the route of gluttony.
Chronic over eater.
He would nurse so long and so often that as soon as you sat him up to burp him you had to dodge projectile overflow milk that would just not stay in his baby belly. But he tried.
And as far as time spent in a nursing position I think I actually spent more time in a cross cradle hold with that kid in the first 18 months than I don't know what. It was a wonderful time and I am so glad we shared it together.

Then we come to the newest arrival and honestly he is a nursing enigma. Not extended, not orderly and by the book--no he is more a "snack" nurser. Like he just needs a bite to hold him over (not a bite per say but, well you know what I mean). However, he needs frequent "snacks"...and in my head I think

"Well just nurse for 15 minutes kid and you will be so much more satisfied than the back and forth nonsense"

You know, by this time in my parenthood you would think I would be used to the idea that kids are NOT all the same. Yet here I sit expecting them all to nurse and act the same. Will I ever learn?
Probably not.

And in the meantime I will be sitting on my couch with a swaddled baby in a football hold trying to run a household. Maybe by 2013 when this new baby stops nursing it will sink into my thick skull to expect total opposites out of the kids instead of similarities.
Maybe.

But I do love those little post nursing satisfied faces that look milk drunk with eyes rolling back into their head.
Am I weird or what?

Do you hear that noise, yeah that's a Jet Pilot

Sometimes we see things that are just so spot on that we feel the need to highlight it's importance in our lives.

This is one of those instances, I saw this today while dropping off my oldest son off at swim lessons (I have two sons! I am so tickled pink at the thought of it!):









Awesome right??
You don't need to tell me...I know.
My husband rocks.
He's the bomb.

And he drives a jet that carries bombs.
Even cooler.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Success

Our trip to Sea World and the water park was a smashing success. The kids had a blast and Jet Pilot and I managed to enjoy ourselves as well. In between the 3,583,931 other people there and frequent nursing breaks I mean. And our great friends and neighbors are still our friends so we didn't scare them off with our weird ways. Phew.

Here are the three main indicators that the kids had a blast and enjoyed their time in sunny San Diego

One,


Two,


Three.



All three kids were down for the count on our 6 hour plus drive back home to Central California.
Bliss.
Sleeping babies are some of the best kind.

And their little bones must be like 90 percent rubber because if I had to sleep for any length of time with my neck at these weird angles I would definitely need some of those disposable heating pad wraps I am always buying in my Rite Aid coupon shops.
And a chiropractor.

Wow, just typing that makes me feel old. I used to be able to sleep anywhere and in just about any position...now I need the overpriced tempurpedic mattress that we got on major sale because it was the display model and a memory foam pillow that cost me as much as a tank of gas to sleep normal.
Sigh.
Oh well, there are some perks, at least when you get old you can talk loud and wear non-matching clothes and no one gives you a second glance.

And bring umbrellas to random
places, like Taco Bell on a blatantly sunny day.
I like umbrellas.
Big ones.

Getting older is KINDA awesome.

Glass half full-that's me.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Call me crazy

We decided to do a mini vacation with our good friends (and neighbors) to Sea World and a water park--in San Diego.
With a newborn.
Yes, color me crazy.

The packing logistics alone almost sent me into an anxiety attack.
"What happens if we have continuous diaper blow outs for 3 days?"
"Did we pack loveys for the kids?"
"Blankets for the car...or just tough it out.."
Not to mention just regular things like clothes or toothpaste.

Overwhelming to say the least..
But here we sit.
In the car, packed (I think), and pumped for our adventure.

Our kids have never been to Sea World, and they love animals so I think its going to be great. Hopefully the stars will align and traffic, potty breaks, nursing stops will all be smooth and quick.

Have a Happy 4th of July, because someone great made a sacrifice to ensure you enjoyed this day with pure freedom!!

Thanks to all those military men and women who have served, are serving and those that made the ultimate sacrifice, because if it were not for them...we would not be here today!!