Watermelon

I love to paint.

I love colors.

This is what I did today.

The curtains are temporary until I find something better.

I'm back baby!!!

Long live the king

He may have lost it later on...but boy, could that man sing!

May he rest in peace.

Tattoo Face

Am I encouraging something that I may regret

in later years?

My girls love tattoos. Love them.

Perhaps they will grow tired of them early on and not feel the need for something more permanent later on in life.

I guess time will tell.

Breast vs. Bottle

I have now had some good experience in the fields of bottle feeding a baby and breast feeding a baby. I would not say I am an expert in either...but can now offer opinion on both.

Pro Breast
You always hear about bonding. There is something very sweet about that one eye that looks directly at you while nursing. NO...it's not a paniced look or a look of suffocation, it's that look of someone who is studying every inch of your face. Almost as if she is memorizing it. It's very endering.
Also there's the cash factor. Nursing has saved me over $100.00 in formula expenses. If I could keep it up for a few months, that's some signifigant savings. Unfortunately my job will not allow for proper pumping time.
Which leads me to....

Pro Bottle
How nice is it when at 5 am, I can wake Dub to feed baby girl and I can get another hour of sleep? Love that factor. Yes, I do wake up. I think I would wake up no matter what because of motherhood paranoia that my child will stop breathing while she is sleeping. But being able to hand off some of the responsibility of feeding and allowing a bond to be created with daughter and father is great. It's also important for Dad to get some of that special time.

Bottle feeding is also helpful when it comes to daycare and work. Perhaps one day I could work part time and stay home a little more. That day is not now. This means I have to rely on others to help with the feeding of tiny baby. This is where bottles and formula come in handy. I know at my job, I will not be able to pump as often as is needed for my milk not to dry up. It's kindof not fair, but I have accepted it for what it is.

Time. Unlike some of my more fortunate friends, breastfeeding for me takes FOREVER. Jovee will nurse for 30 minutes on each side--mainly because she falls asleep so fast. Bottles have a faster stream and she is done feeding quicker. Which helps me get more done for the 3 other kids waiting to have some "mom time".

All in all, nursing has been a good experience and I am glad I did it. Although at first I thought my nipples would fall off. Holy crap, they hurt. Seriously. How many nerve endings are there and we just let someone freely go to town there. Seems silly for something so natural to hurt me so much.

Well, that's enough about my nipples.....

Fatty Fatty Two by Four.

We have the Wii Fit.
Before being knocked up, I used it for aerobics and balance.
I stopped using it whilst being PG mainly because I was too tired to climb up the stairs, let alone jog along with my Mii.

Tonight, I returned to the Wii Fit.

Don't worry...I'm not kickboxing, or jogging (That may be pronounced 'Yogging') yet.
I do realize I just had a major abdominal surgery. That kind of exercise may kill me.
I would like to start some yoga though.

My Mii is obese.
I have the body age of a 50 year old.
I did the math. I gained 39 lbs whilst with child, and since giving birth I have only dropped 17 lbs.

So for all of you out there who were freaking out that I can wear a pair of pants that barely buttons with the help of a girdle.....relax. I'm chubby.

Over thr river and through the woods

To Papa Willies the girls go!
That's correct. I will be a mother of 1 this weekend. Will has generously offered to have the girls over for a weekend of fun and frivolity. They will return to me unbathed, uncombed and undisciplined, but they will have had the time of their little blond lives. It's no-holds-barred at Papa Willies.

I think Dub and I will go to the movies.

Spot the grown-up

We love legos in our house.

It's an activity we can all do for hours.

Slowly the girls will find something else to do leaving Dub at the lego table by himself, building a jeep or airplane or house.

So tell me this. Who did I really buy the legos for?

Yep.

We rotate prayer days. That way there is no fighting over who gets to bless the food.

Today was Roxie's day. Dub was helping her with the nightly prayer by prompting her on what to say. Being that she is 2, she generally repeated the last word back, until she aparently lost interest and just started saying "Yep" after each phrase.

We were laughing so hard, we almost didn't finish the prayer.

Someone's got a hairy back