Adjusting...

There was quite the adjustment period for the Acester with his new school... I really feel sorry for him as his 2 year old brain could not wrap itself around the fact that his whole life was never going to be the same again... He has put us through the RINGER... but I must say that every day I see little glimmers of the old Acester that make my heart smile and now that "regular" school has started versus "summer camp"... He is enjoying his new school... (as am I)...

Now if I can just get him to understand that Wade is here FOREVER and is not a toy and can not be played with right now... life would be all right!!!

Acester and his SMALL backpack... 

The problem with Breastfeeding...

You're the ONLY one that can do it!!!  I know that breast is best but it's such the excuse for the hubsters of the world to cry "The baby is hungry..." after every noise, especially in the middle of the night... in order to pass off said cranky baby to you to "fix".  Plus when you are trying to store every bit of milk you pump it makes life hard to go anywhere or do anything that will require you to be away from the baby longer than 2 hours... Ofcourse baby can go with you everywhere but the search for an acceptable quiet space to feed can become quite the challenge at times... Then there is the small bit of pain that can sometimes be associated with it... very small bit but it's different for everybody and I'm thankful that for me it's only a small bit of pain, every now and then...

There are the positives... As it does provide great bonding time for you and the baby... and does give you a minute of quiet in the midst of chaos... especially when you live with a 2 year old... the story is that it's healthier for the baby in the long run...

While those are REALLY big positives, I do not think that those give anyone, including a doctor the right to force anyone to breast feed or feel guilty about not... it's a mother's choice, as she has enough to make and as most mothers do, she will make the decision soundly and she will live with it.

My heart belongs to WHS...

Can't you see why...

This is going to sound AWFUL but....

I really want a 4 hour block of time by myself... <sigh> Don't confuse that statement with anything else... I LOVE my boys... hubster is included in that statement but... I just want a little bit of time to decide what I want to do and do it... whether it's in my house or out... I just want 4 uninterrupted hours... not to feed (more on that later), not to dress, not clean-up, not to kiss imaginary boo-boos, not to answer "where is" questions... 'especially when the answer is "where you left it..." I know, I know, I know... welcome to "mommy-hood" and again, I love my family but I just want to breathe for one minute... more like 4 hours... really like 6 hours, since I'd like a 2 hour nap as well... but beggers won't be choosers.... The sad part of this whole post.. is that if I had 4 hours, I'd probably spend it doing things for the boys that I'm getting away from... going to the grocery store without making a mad dash in and out sounds lovely to me... browsing the aisles of Target without hearing requests for items that I am not buying or avoiding aisles due to what "could" be down there... Going to a mall and not using it as a "workout" facility like the rest of the geriatrics in the universe because I am pushing a stroller as fast as I can to get my heart rate up because the 100 degree temps are too much for my lil Bubba...

I believe I went through this with the birth of Acester and I know this too shall pass... but there is a little me inside this big me that is SCREAMING... I just want a second to BREATHE...

<sigh>

And... We're back....

Not that we ever left... but there has been a bit going on.  With a new child... a new state... a new job... why not have a new blog... plus with someone apparently purchasing my old blog's name, I wasn't left with much of a choice.  There is alot that has happened... so keep up if you can...