Tuesday, July 13, 2010

What's up my peeps?

I actually wanted the subject to be, "what's up, bitches?" but I thought that may be a bit harsh sounding.

Peeps is nicer than bitches. They are also more tasty.

...I have no idea.

Anyway, I feel as thought I've abandoned the attention whore world of blogger. Not that anyone with a blog is an attention whore, that's just me. I have no, I promise. I'm just surrounded in a modge podge of thoughts & ideas. Nothing all that deep usually, nothing productive at all. I've not been productive since like June 10th, & really even then all I did was show up & get cut open.

Speaking of being cut open, I high recommend it. OK, not seriously people. But if you end up having to, don't be scared to death. Recovery has been a dream. It's had it's moment, but overall it's been great. How great? So great, that at like 3 weeks postpartum I was laying down new flooring!

Yes, that's right. New flooring. I know, it sounds insane that I'd be taking any part in something like that after major surgery, but it's actually been an easy, great recovery. I was told I could do what I felt up to doing. I feel up to doing things. By things I mean picking home projects to fill Adam's summer off of work.

Fake wood is now in (almost) our entire upstairs. And after that, it will be in the only 2 rooms left with carpet, the living room & office. I always feel lame calling it an office. It's really just a room we put crap in & leave it for days since it's where our backdoor is. But one day, when I decide to do something with my life, it'll be my office. Speaking of doing something with my life & that office, I'm going to try to lost 30lbs. I think. Maybe. I guess it depends how much I weigh come 6 weeks after delivery. I really have no idea what my weight is.

Anyway, I don't have a plan really. Well, I do, but it's not great or amazing. I'm going to do it much like I do everything else in my life...as easily as humanly possible & hopefully in an entertaining way. I'm not going to become one of those hardcore assholes who talk about their inches or grilled chicken they had for dinner. Me? I'm going to talk about my American Eagle jeans.

Yeah, cue the "aren't you a little old &, uh, motherly for that brand?" questions. The answer is yes, yes I am. I'm on the highway of life, speeding towards 30 & stopping at PTA meetings on the way. But it doesn't mean I can't have a sweet looking ass while I'm on that highway of life. And seriously, I have a sweet looking ass in those jeans. As soon as I can squish back into those size 14's, which are really size 12's according to every other size chart (or maybe even fucking 10's at this point, who knows?!) I'll be content.

Yes, I'm vain. Surprised? You must be new here.

We've ordered a fancy elliptical machine. It seemed like a great idea when I was watching HSN at 3am. OK, that was when I picked one out finally but it'd been in the works & I'd been shopping around for a while, maybe before I even had Blair. Since Blair didn't die, the universe didn't throw me a bone like after I had Joel & ended up being less than my pre-Joel pregnancy weight. So I got a baby, plus 20lbs or so. Not that I'm complaining about that trade off. Not by any means.

Don't plan on seeing a weight loss journal or any of that insanity from me. I'm not that dedicated, nor do I like to share the photogenic proof of my flab & stretch marks to the world (yes, there are some things I consider private, my flab is one of those things). The only mention you'll see is if I brag or somehow hurt myself. And if I hurt myself, I'll either be complaining & blaming someone else, or telling you how stupid I am. So, it'll be enjoyable.

Adam had a birthday since my last blog.

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I got him a neato ice cream cake. I'm not sure why it says "Birchday."

I also decorated.

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Spiderman, very adult party theme we had going on.

Jules has been having fun with mommy's last fall ebay special priced inflatable water slide.

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Yes, he's wearing a pink Dora diaper. He likes Dora. And I had a coupon for Pampers brand. It was a win-win situation. He takes his own swim diaper off, as well as other things I find helpful. The only downfall of his swim diaper coming off is that he likes to yell out "That's my penis!" while pointing to his penis. Kinda weird, but I'm happy he says penis. I'm one of those people who cringe when I hear "peepee" or "weewee" or anything else. I'd rather have my kid on the front porch yelling penis. He's fantabulous though. I can't even give you words on how awesome he is on a daily basis & with Blair. I'd have to video him 24/7 & just have a live stream going for you. But that would be weird & creepy, so just take my word about how awesome he is.

Blair is great. Adorable still, btw.

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He sleeps.

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This is one of the rare times he's slept without one of us holding him or cuddled next to him, so I had to capture it on film.

Today he had his one month check up. He was 21 1/2 inches & 9lbs 3ozs. I was very happy with the weight because we had doctor problems early on. The doctor would say we had nursing problems, but I had a doctor who wanted me to stop nursing & just pump because after a week he wasn't at his birth weight, he was just a few ounces under it. I did what I do best...ignored his advice. He was 7lbs 4ozs at 2 1/2 weeks & I was given "permission" to nurse him again at that point. And now, just under 2 weeks later, he's gained 2 whole pounds. Be impressed. Everyone was but the doctor, he reported to me that Blair was "starting to catch up" to the rest of the babies in the world with his 25th percentile weight. We also had a semi-awkward moment when he started talking about dreaming of being inside of a womb. Think he was hitting on me?

We still have dogs, cats, & crazy people. Nothing new or even amusing to share. Well, the neighbor seemed to be weirded out once she realized I was nurisng Blair on the porch today. Speaking of places I never thought I'd have my boob out of my shirt, I nursed at the post office today. While looking through my junk mail. Thank goodness for mail catalogs.

I must now go & eat oreos. I've only got a week or so before my machine gets here & I have to stop gorging on oreos.

...but if I eat the oreos while on the machine, does that cancel them out?

Just a thought.

5 comments:

  1. All other witticisms aside, you have The Cutest Kids Ever. Those boys are just precious!!!

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  2. Thanks for coming back!! Your kids are adorable!! I can't believe you laid flooring at 3 weeks, that's just crazy!!

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  3. I like "What's Up Bitches" better. :) I was just thinking today, I wish I got cut open. I'd probably not have hemmoroids right now. I agree with Meg and Monica. Your boys are too cute!

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  4. Yay! You're back! Glad to see everything is going well! The boys keep getting cuter and cuter!

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  5. Hey...just stumbled across your blog and had to laugh! You should definitely submit that cake to the cakewrecks site! They'd love it!

    Great blog! :) I'll be back!

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