Why would I try this on my own?

So.
I got the fancy idea to cut Lukey Duke's hair on Sunday all by myself. It's growing on me but Matt and I had a pretty damn good laugh about 10 minutes into my hack job. Luke comes running out of the bathroom with what looks like a reverse mohawk, a shaved stripe down the middle of his head and crazy curls all along the sides. To top it all off, he ran out of the bathroom naked (he didn't want to get hair on his shirt), and screaming like a crazy bum (the hair was itchy, hence the screaming and running to try and knock off some of said hair)and almost took Matt out as he rounded the hallway and headed in a lap around the house back to the bathroom. I could hear Matt laughing all the way in the living room. It looked pretty damn bad ya'll... About 10 minutes later I had it pretty much fixed and he even let me trim around his ears! It's growing on me, but I don't think I'll be cutting his hair again... I should have taken pictures during the process, so damn funny!! Anyway, good night all!

By the way, we are on the 7th night of Brooklyn sleeping through the night!!!!!


Finally sleep, beautiful sleep...

Whiny

Sorry about being MIA for a while... Really bad head cold, baby sleeping through the night now but VERY few naps during the day, getting worried about going back to work...Need I say more?


I'll be back, I swear... Once I can breathe through my nose and stop hacking up wads of green stuff... You don't realize how great cold meds are until you can't take them...

Poor me...

Mommy D

Today

The park was beautiful... That is until the heavens opened and it began to pour!

It's funny how I can sit on a blanket, bathed in sunshine watching the Duke play catch with Matt and the entire world stands still for a moment...

He's grown so much in the last year it's nuts to think that in a few weeks he'll be 3 1/2 and I will start planning his fourth birthday. NUTS! His 4th birthday. That just sounds so odd to say. I remember the moment his slippery little body was placed on my stomach just a second after he was born and feeling like finally, my life was complete. Not that I had a gaping hole in my being or anything, I just always felt this nagging need to have kids. When we, uh, "accidentally" got pregnant with Luke, it would be a huge lie if I told you that I hadn't been driven crazy for months by an overwhelming urge to have a baby. I was so excited when I found out I was pregnant that I could barely contain myself. And now that slippery minute old baby is a running, screaming, beaming ray of sunshine. How funny life can be...


I love my boy.
My first baby.
Always my baby.

Ouch

Our girl had her first round of shots Monday and we survived... Barely.

She screamed this cat slammed in a door squeal that made all the hairs on my body stand on end, and let momma bear out on the nurse... But then as fast as it had begun, she quieted down and was more than happy to let me nurse her into a coma. I assumed we were done, but was informed that the office was out of one of the vaccines that she needed so we have to go BACK next Tuesday for another shot... THAT SUCKS! She was pretty cranky last night and I couldn't figure out why she was whimpering while I was trying to breastfeed her all curled up against me like she usually loves to be held. When I pulled off her onesie to check and see if a wayward hair had maybe been wrapped around a tiny toe, I noticed that she had a HUGE (I kid you not, probably close to the size of a silver dollar) black and blue welt screaming at me from beneath her neon yellow duckie bandaid on her fat little thigh.

No wonder she was crying! I'm assuming that in her haste to administer the shots with as little pain as possible, the nurse must have bounced the needle off of a muscle or bone causing the nasty bruise...

I just sat there with this sad looking whimpering baby laid naked across my lap and I couldn't take my eyes off of the huge welt on her leg... Poor Matt had to come in and find we sitting like this, tears running down my face, feeling like I was the worst mommy in the world to let something so ugly looking happen to my perfect baby...

I know that she has to have her shots, but does it have to hurt so much?

Too much junk

Ever feel like you're swimming in stuff?

It seems like every child we have we end up accumulating three times the "stuff" that we had before. I heard that babies came with a lot of gear, but I didn't imagine that I wouldn't be able take more than 2 steps without tripping over/stubbing my toe/banging my head on a piece of child paraphernalia. Between the rocker, vibrating seat, car seat, and play yard I'm already out most of my living room/Duke's toy room and that's not even accounting for all 900 of his Match.box cars scattered across the floor. We have instituted a rule that if his cars aren't picked up and stowed away somewhere before he goes to bed than they are on "time out" for a day. It has really helped to reduce and occasionally eliminate the flying swan dive induced by stepping on the tiny cars from hell at two in the morning. I was really hoping to limit the amount of "stuff" that was inevitably going to overtake my house once Brooklyn arrived and for the most part we have. I vowed to donate/resale anything that wasn't absolutely necessary to provide me with a measure of sanity during the day so we settled on a rocker, Luke's old play yard and the only thing that allows me to be able to enjoy my shower in the morning, the vibrating/singing papisan chair. It's funny to watch her when she's in it as it works it's voodoo on her and slowly vibrates her into submission! She'll fight being strapped in, but once it starts it's magic and I flip on the fan in the bathroom, the mix of movement and white noise puts her out every time. Thank the baby gear gods for the vibrating seat!!!

Anyway, off to rummage through the Duke's old baby clothes and collect anything of interest for our upcoming yard sale.

The joy of purging!!

Check out our new pictures!!!!

Lame

Why is it that I feel completely incapable of writing about anything other than my munchkins? I swear that other things are actually important to me and the world doesn't revolve solely around Luke and Brook but damn, I am really boring to read lately! I guess I can't help it. When you are stuck in a vacuum spending all of your time at home taking care of kids, there really isn't that much happening around here right now that I care to chat about other than my babies.
I can't believe that it's been almost 2 months already since Brooklyn was born... God how time flies when you're surviving on 4 hours of sleep (on a good day). I'm already starting to worry about how insanely difficult it is going to be getting two children and myself ready for work/daycare in the morning. I'm probably going to start back at work on a Wednesday or Thursday so we can dry run it a few times without having to pull a full week right off the bat. Any ideas on how to get all of us out the door in the morning fully dressed and still maintain a little sanity?
I think I'm going to take a stab at starting the hell that is sleep training little Miss Brooklyn this weekend. I swore that I wouldn't be "one of those parents" who has their baby sleep with them at night but it is impossible to get her to sleep without tons of screaming. On top of her wanting to nurse ALL NIGHT LONG, I also am at a quandary because I think I'm allowing her to use me as a pacifier because I don't want to disturb Matt and Lukey Duke's sleep... My parents brought over Luke's twin bed from their house and put it into Brookie's nursery so I think I'm going to sleep in there with her this weekend and hopefully get her to sleep in her crib by Sunday night. Pretty ambitious I know, but I really don't want her in our bed anymore for her safety and for our sleep... Wish us luck!

Oh yeah, remember that smile I mentioned a few days ago? I finally caught a picture of her grinning!

Oops!

Not sure what I did on that last post but it seems to have disappeared... Blame it on the mommy brain I guess!

Shots of Luke from his photo shoot @ 2 weeks old

Photo Shoot

So, we had our "BIG" photo shoot with Persia (Uncle Justin's wife & amazing photographer) this weekend to take some beautiful pictures of Miss Brooklyn. She took some amazing photos of Luke when he was about weeks old so we made sure to get some of Brooklyn so we can compare the 2 squirts... It all pretty much went off without a hitch, other than being surrounded by screaming kids, but that's to be expected! She set up a few backdrops in her living room and then we did our damnedest to get a few good shots before her babies Ava and Dylan, and my baby Capt. Duke, made their way out of Ava's room and in to crash the party. I can't wait to get the pictures back... She really should take family/baby photos for a living. I'll be sure to post them as soon as I get them from Persia.

Rainy and yucky here for the next few days so I think I'm going to get to work on cleaning/organizing the house (all of the things I normally don't have time to do while I'm working full time) and figuring out the whole pumping thing. I'm about half way through my maternity leave and need to master pumping now so I'm a pro once I return to work. This first 6 weeks has flown by so quickly... Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that we weighed Miss Brook a few days ago and it looks like she's almost 11 pounds right now!!! Breastfeeding is obviously working!