cheers to the wives and mothers

I fill my glass of special egg nog and say cheers to all the moms and wives out there doing tons of work to make Christmas special. 

Cheers to writing and mailing the Christmas cards, getting all the gifts and doing the shopping for other family members, wrapping all the presents and making them so beautiful, grocery shopping in the crowds of people, sitting in traffic with screaming children, trying so hard to home-make everything including really difficult family recipes, talking and planning, then re-planning with all his and your family members, decorating for hours, constantly vacuuming up tree needles, always having a stand-by gift available for the unexpected, standing in long lines at the post office, and keeping a smile on your face (at least to most people). 

Merry Christmas!


hello boobies

A dear friend of mine addressed a controversial topic on her Facebook page: breastfeeding in public. Quickly after, opinions were posted. 

I breastfed Audrey in the beginning and had the cute cover and everything. Personally, I didn't feel comfortable breastfeeding in the wide open, even with a cover. I would go to my car or most of the time, I pumped and bottle-fed her. 

I don't have a problem with it; however, it isn't something that doesn't catch your attention (especially when the child is at the age where they are asking for it). Therefore, knowing that I would have eyes on me- I didn't feel comfortable. 

Additionally, while women see their jugs as a means of food, men still see them as play toys. I went into "boobs are off limits" mode with my husband, but he didn't get it. He liked them even better since they were engorged two sizes. Again, more eyes on me...well not really me, but my boobies. 

In a conversation with a friend the other night, she was about to stop breastfeeding just because she was tired of sitting in her car outside the grocery store or restaurant. Her choice since she didn't feel comfortable doing it in public. 

It is obviously a matter of debate since breastfeeding has acquired many laws. Moms can take breaks constantly to pump at work and they can breastfeed where ever they desire. 

What is the real issue here? Why do we find it so distracting when someone whips out a tit at a nice restaurant? 

I feel strongly about two things: Please at least cover up, and when your kid can ask for a boob, I think it is time to stop.

Open forum: Please post your comments. I am curious to what everyone thinks and has gone through.


happy half year

I can't believe six months ago I had a baby. Time goes so fast. All the sudden, she is no longer a baby- but a little person.

She is holding her bottle, eating with a spoon, grabbing things she wants, laughing when things are funny and singing herself to sleep. She is sitting in the stroller without the car seat and taking a bath without the infant holder. 

She is throwing food when she gets mad, yelling when she thinks she is being ignored and crying because she knows it is nap time. 

She smiles when dad comes home and gets upset when I leave. She reaches up when she wants to be held and arches her back when she wants out. 

Her clothes that fit her last week are now too small. She used to drink two ounces and now a full bottle (I swear all our money is going to formula). 

I used to wait all day to hear a peep come out of her and now she is a chatter box. Part of me cannot wait until she can say words, the other part of me CAN wait. 

It all makes me thankful that I get to stay home and watch her because everyday is something new- and you don't ever get it back.

 6 months
A few hours


Baby in tow requires new approach to Disney vacation

As seen in The News-Review www.nrtoday.com

By the numbers:
Bags packed: 7  
Items packed for baby: 46 clothing items; 100 diapers; 200 wipes; 8 toys; 7 blankets; 1 stroller; 1 car seat; 1 portable crib; 1 Bumbo seat; 2 packs of formula; 2 packs of traveling toiletries; 12 Mum Mums; 7 pureed foods; 2 bottles; 40 bottle liners; 12 disposable bibs
Total miles traveled: 1,622 
Total pit stops:  12

Chris and I vowed that we would not be those parents that say they can’t go somewhere “because of the baby,” especially when the place is Disneyland. Instead, we are the parents that everyone looks at and says, “You are crazy for driving that far with a 6-month-old.” We like the challenge.

Driving long hours with Audrey was not completely uncharted water for us. Chris and I drove to Steen’s Mountain when she was 5-weeks-old for a summer camping trip. While Audrey handled that adventure well, I did not.

My electric breast pump died which forced me to get a manual pump that leaked breast milk all over the truck and gave me Carpal Tunnel, the mosquitoes and flies were swarming by the thousands causing me to stay in the truck protecting Audrey and myself and we had to sleep in a dirty tent.

The swatting and screaming from me created a chain reaction in wails from Audrey and then a fuming husband who after setting everything up, started packing it all back. 

That was the last big trip for us and possibly the last camping trip ever. This time around, we’ve got a 6-month-old, a suburban, five other family members and tickets to Disneyland.

The trip didn’t start too well. My sister got strep throat. It isn’t a vacation with my side of the family unless there is a stop at urgent care. My mom should have a punch card that after 10 visits you get one free. This caused chaos trying to keep her away from Audrey while sitting only inches away. By our arrival in Disneyland, she was all better.

We started early our first day and packed the B.O.B. stroller full of water, snacks, piles of Disney maps (even though we go every year) and tons of baby items. Chris and I right away began to realize that this wasn’t going to be like it used to.

No more running to the rides and cutting people off, no more staying up until 12 a.m., no more riding ride after ride after ride, and no more skipping all the kiddie rides and character visits. We were parents now. 

Days at Disney required someone waiting with Audrey while the others rode a ride, going back for naps and spending a large portion of time by the changing tables and feeding areas.

But after watching Audrey laugh on her first ride, gaze at the colors in the street and smile at the dressed up characters, Chris and I realized it was all worth it.  We may have to pack triple the amount of stuff, constantly stop for breaks and revolve our schedule around Audrey’s nap times, but this is parenting.  Traveling and the rest of our lives has become an entirely different world because of Audrey – and a better one.

Merry Christmas from the Happiest Place on Earth. 

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