not enough time

I can always think of 10 million things I want to blog about when I'm laying in bed trying to sleep but then when I sit here, it's blank.

Well I guess I can bitch about big kid's school. This week has been awash with issues.

Lets start with the school concert. I got a note home with no less than 10 things they wanted me to bring in for costumes, one of them being a kimono (yeah let me just run to my local kimono store and grab one!) and a martial arts outfit. A.)They are putting on a 45 minute show and they're going to change clothes 2-3 times? I don't think so. B.) I do not live in a wealthy area, I live in a blue collar city where most people would not have the funds to drop $100 for a child's concert at the drop of a hat. When I sent in a note to my son's teacher about all of that she didn't even get it. They did remedy it by saying they could wear their school uniforms to preform in to make it easier. It's obvious they don't think things through there at all when it comes to stuff like this. It's not the first time I've been very whatthefuck about stuff in regards to certain things.

My second issue this week is with the school sponsored Tae Kwon Do class. For $20 my kiddo gets half an hour of instruction after school every Tuesday. It's a fabulous deal but get this I'm not allowed to watch him unless I get there at 3pm to help. The instructor doesn't want parents there, um okay. I guess I'll pay a lot more for the privilege of being able to watch him in May when I sign him up at the ymca's.

The baby is getting big, we're almost out of ever 0-3 month thing he's got. He's smiling like crazy and is so so cute, he's like our little family mascot. I can't believe I said I didn't want anymore children all those years, this little dude has brought so much joy to our house.

How do you know you have a 6 week old baby?

~When the dishes are half done because he keeps pretending he's asleep, and it's really awkward to rinse dishes while having a sling attached to the front of you.
~You're covered in pee, breastmilk, and spit up
~You haven't showered.
~You haven't washed any clothes except for diapers and baby clothes.

It has definitely been one of those days, but at least I got a bunch of cheap stuff for the boys at ON! Huge sale, glad I didn't have money until today or I would have spent $68 more and got less wheeee!

Cloth covered butts are definitely the cutest butts:



Trenty said knock you out! Just as a warning if you click on that picture you're going to be able to see every pore on the kid, too lazy for resize.

Wednesday.

And I'm exhausted and my back and neck are killing me from sleeping in such an awkward position night after night nursing the kiddo. I almost even got up late to get Xander ready for school, I slept through an alarm :O that's very not like me.

I did FINALLY get the damn Tide all out of the fuzzibunz, thank god, another wash cycle with Dawn finally did it. I'm almost thinking fleece stuff isn't for me, if I have another incident of buildup (I bought windfresh detergent from Sam's, it was recommended *crosses fingers* we'll see) I might just forget pockets all together, although I really really do like them.

Here's the wool wrap cover I made for mr. Trenty:



I even sewed the little laundry tabs on it it so the velcro doesn't catch in the wash.

I need more wool, and some of these prefolds infant and premium sizes, a few more of these covers, I got a few in trade and they rock! And a few more AIOs, and I should be set until potty training *crosses fingers*.

In other news I'm super proud of Xander, he got mostly excellents on his last report card! He's such an awesome kid, 6 really is a fantastic age.

I'll leave with this:



They just look slightly related eh?

wow.

Well apparently I'm making heavy cream instead of milk, fatty bo batty is up to 10 lbs *faint*, that's right 10. 97th percentile, almost 4lbs heavier than birth weight at 5 weeks old. I know Xander doubled birth weight by 3 months, but christ he was never in a higher percentile than 50 I think.

I made him a really adorable wool wrap diaper cover I'll need to take a picture of it, it's so so cute. He'll be growing out of it in like 10 minutes though, I need to get it lanolized so he can wear it before he gets too pudgy.

The dr told me to call back in a few days if I felt he was uncomfy with the spitting up, so we can start him on zantac. I really don't think he needs it though, it seems to wax and wane some days are okay, some are a little worse. I just hate the thought of giving him unnecessary meds. He also has an umbilical hernia, not uncommon I guess.

I also apparently fucked my fleece diapers, I've tried stripping them in oxyclean, and then washing them in Dawn and they still smell ammonia-y out of the dryer *cry* last option is to scrub them inside and out with Dawn then wash them again *twitch* psa don't use Tide, especially if you have hard water I guess because it makes them build up. On the upside the oxyclean removed every stain they had, my inserts too are gorgeous again. I'm afraid to even crack open the one sizes in fear of fucking them right away. Ugh.

All hail the paci!

I read a breastfeeding book when I was pregnant, and they had a whole section on the evils of artificial nipples. I gave the baby an artificial nipple, I am going to hell. After 2 hours straight (no I'm not kidding) on the boob, there was seriously nothing left so for 20 minutes he sucked a nuk. No I do not feel bad, I do feel bad that I bought the wrong kind initially (just like mom's breast my ASS). I would guess this means baby buddah is going to grow and get fatter <3. When we go to the Ped on the 4th I will be discussing the possibility of reflux, he's a puker, and sometimes he seems to just be in pain. Poor little dude. It doesn't seem to be affecting his weight gain or growth though or I'd be heading there immediately. I don't recall having this issue with X, but we had a whole other host of issues including the fun colic from hell.

My other kid (still weird to say other kid, I have 2 now jeebus), came home from school with this little packet about why we should thank the inventors of this or that. He wrote at the end that he would like to invent zip up shoes, so that he would never have to learn to tie his (yes I'm aware they do make shoes with zippers). That's my kid, too stubborn to learn to tie so he'd invent something new so he didn't have to, lol.

On the diaper front, I feel myself reaching more for the first diapers I bought, the prefolds, more than anything. I use them first then I exhaust my fuzzibunz supply. I do still like the FB but I find that we get more leaks with them. Cover over the prefold seems almost bulletproof. I like fitteds too but they're not as trim. I did just get 6 MEOS, I'm dying to dye them. I also discovered the Nikky diaper cover. Holy shit this thing is amazing, it's 100% cotton but has some sort of waterproof thing in it, light, trim, breathable and it doesn't leak. I need to get one in a bigger size.

Right now I'm needing/wanting 3 more OS AIOs, 1 dozen premium prefolds (am also considering another dozen infant prefolds but we'll see), 5-6 one size wonderwraps, another Nikky, and maybe some prowraps or something. That really ought to take me through potty training, I also want to get some pins, for when Trenty is moving around, I'm pretty sure the snappi will get yoinked right off. And babylegs. And I think I'm scary obsessed.

Yup

that's right, and I'm even doing it right now. Maybe I pretend it's no biggie but I'm a little proud, I can't help it. My little buddah is getting so chubby, it's so freaking cute <3 if I can get him off for more than 5 minutes I'll post a pic.

Big bro is back at school after another mini vacay, getting up at 6:45 not fun neither coffee or tylenol is touching this headache blech.

I've been sitting here writing this for an hour, in between that time I've finished the dishes, fed the baby again and threw the diapers in the wash *yawn* still tired.

I am typing with a small wiggly baby on my lap.

Just like usual. He will be 3 weeks old tomorrow unbelievably, where have these weeks gone? Seems like I just had him yesterday.

Nursing is still going great, I even got out my pump today and got a few ounces out of the boob that Trent wasn't nursing from at the last feeding. So far he's only had formula once and that was an emergency situation (I spent 7 hrs in the ER, so sorry over the top lactivist people I did not bring him with me so he could pick up RSV or pneumonia from all the sick people there). I have a shitload of similac sitting here and I don't want to use it, it makes his poop stink (from butter to rotten eggs with the formula, ick), and then I'd have to mix stuff and it would be annoying. But yeah I'd like to leave the house once in awhile so if I get a freezer stash and have Jeff start giving him bottles at a month old we'll be gravy I hope.

It's funny I never considered myself even remotely crunchy/hippielike etc, yet I'm slinging, cloth diapering and nursing. I initially started cd-ing to save money, after reading the horrid things in disposable diapers and the male infertility link *shivers* now I feel like I'm actually doing something other than just saving money. Plus why should people trust something that can sit on your kid for 5 hrs and they don't even feel wet from it? But yeah I'm still going to eat meat, and drink starbucks so that's where the crunchy ends.

My quick cloth diaper review consists of, I like fuzzibunz, a swaddlebees with a whisperwrap is a FANTASTIC nighttime dipe, and stay away from covers that have cotton on them unless you like changing whole outfits everytime your wee one wees. He is not big enough for his one sizes yet, and I found that I need more a stash of 20 should do pretty darn well. Plus I need covers, bummis and prowraps ONLY fuck the fancy ones, they just don't work cheap = good. I just bought some used WAHM AIOs we'll see how those are. In any event they were cheap.

And of course I'm still in love with his curly fuzzy little head. Seriously I could just stare at him for hours, and in fact I do at night which is why I get even less sleep than I should.