Saturday, July 18, 2009
No Cure.
Friday, July 17, 2009
A Farewell to Boobs.
My boobs, they are pretty incredible. And by that, I don't mean that they are spectacular in appearance (though by the constant ogling they receive, I would hazard a guess that they aren't half bad). What I do mean, is that they have done right by me, and my kids (and likely my husband). The past 4 years have not been kind to them. They went from being swollen and tender when I was preggo with Max, to getting completely abused for an entire year of breastfeeding. I weaned Max and was pregnant again within a few months so back to being swollen and tender - followed by another 14 months of breastfeeding with Cameron. And they did it - with very few complaints I might add. But as I wound down breastfeeding Cameron over the past month, I started to get very, very concerned. What had four years of hard work done to my girls? I have heard horror stories from other women about how when they weaned their last baby, their breasts all but disappeared, a mere shadow of their former perky selves. Would I be saving pennies in a pickle jar to hoist the sisters back up?
Cameron has been fully weaned for 2 weeks now. Every day I give the girls a squeeze, check them out from different angles and assess the collateral damage. I have even inquired with Scott as to whether or not he thinks they still look good. Of course, he is not stupid and has said comforting things like "of course babe, they are wonderful" and "they are still more than a handful". They are definitely different than they were before I got pregnant, but I think they have weathered the storm and come out the other side as beautiful as ever. Resilient, that they are. And in my opinion, they still qualify as bodacious ta-tas, even if they don't overflowith from my top anymore. And girls, not to worry, you are officially off duty. No more babies and no more breastfeeding. The bakery is closed.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Prepping For BlogHer.
I ordered a triple decker grilled cheese sandwich with bacon and tomato, with fries for lunch (and a diet coke, natch). They proceeded to order healthy wraps and salads, making me feel like an A1 Junkaholic. Mind you, when our lunches came, they were all sorry they didn't get on board the grease train with me. Since they weren't feeling like having their pictures taken, I photographed their lunches instead. Fair warning ladies - you better be ready to work the camera in Chicago, I will be taking pictures, and I will take no prisoners!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Lunching With the Ladies From Mabel's Labels.
One week from today I'll be getting ready to go to Chicago for the BlogHer convention. I can't believe that it is almost here! It feels like a lifetime ago that I won the Mabel's Labels BlogHer contest - so much has happened since then. But here we are in mid July, and another adventure is coming my way. Tomorrow I'm going to meet all the ladies from Mabel's - and I'm getting a tour of their office! I'll take lots of picture, maybe shoot some video and get the deets on the big trip. I can't believe how much is going to get packed into 3 short days. Also, I can't wait to see Jennifer without the kids! Is that bad? I have a feeling this is going to be a great trip, both personally and professionally!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Max Update.
On Saturday, Max got on the swing.
On Sunday, he walked into the kitchen, pulled a cup off the counter and handed it to me. He wanted milk. Pretty clear communicating, eh?
On Monday morning, when I was driving him to daycare, I pulled up to the stoplight where I usually turn left to take Max to blueballoon. Instead, I turned right, to go to daycare, and he got really upset. All this time I assumed he wasn't paying attention to where we were going, but he clearly knows exactly where we are going, and he doesn't want to go to daycare!
On Monday afternoon, in his speech therapy session he said "nut", "mommy" (which according to his speech therapist, Kim, sounds like "duhduh" but she insists he IS saying mommy though, not daddy even though it sounds like daddy). He also said "pig", "cookie", "chips", and "crispie".
On Tuesday morning, Max pulled his pajama top over his head all by himself when I asked him to take his "shirt off".
On Tuesday afternoon, when Max's Bumpa pointed out that he had "poopy pants", Max patted his bumm, walked to the bathroom, opened the door, and pulled the toilet visual off the visual schedule. He then laid down on his change pad.
All small steps, but together, it's a mile. I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. Go Max!!
Monday, July 13, 2009
The Sound Guy Finally Gets Some Love.
My super talented friend Michelle Mailhot is the soprano for the group Toxic Audio. They decided to show their often overlooked and forgotten sound technician some love with a tribute video. Pretty dog damn funny. Enjoy!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Is It Bedtime Yet?
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