Unlikely Playmates

Pizza Face

Today is Richard's birthday. He is 27 years old. We aren't doing anything special today because Richard has to work in an hour. And I haven't been able to go shopping.
I'm starting to miss my freedom. The freedom to just go any where and do anything. Since I have to pack Christian up and lug around a car seat and diaper bag, going shopping has become less appealing. Running a quick errand is no longer quick when I have to get Christian in and out of the car.
I am not saying my son is a burden. Everything is more of an adventure with him. I never know if he is going to get fussy. Or hungry. And I need at least somewhere to breast feed or some way to warm up a bottle.
We've taken him grocery shopping a few times and out to dinner once. We've ran errands with him yesterday. He's been very good.

In other news, my son is going through puberty. He has pimples all over his face. My estrogen is still in his system from when he was in the womb. This is causing acne. Poor kid. All the other babies are going to tease him.

Eskimo Pies

With a last name as common as mine, there are bound to be at least a dozen people who share your name.
I didn't Google Christian's name before choosing it. For the same reason we didn't share his name with others, we didn't look at who else shared his name.

A week after Christian was born, Richard and I were watching Modern Marvels on the History Channel. It was the history of ice cream episode. I was playing on the computer when I heard Christian's name! I demanded Richard rewind the program (LOVE satellite TV). Sure enough, they said Christian's name.

Christian shares a name with the gentlemen who invented the Eskimo Pie (who was not an Eskimo)


I wondered who I shared a name with. Would there be anyone famous?
Kelly the actor (who is male)
Kelly the body builder (part of a mother/daughter body building duo)

What famous people do you share your name with?

How Did This Happen?

I've been on maternity leave for 4 weeks. I have 5 more weeks to go. I haven't had any contact with work since Christian was 3 days old (he's almost a month old!).


My boss called me on Thursday. I've been promoted.
How do you get a promotion while on maternity leave?! That's awesome!
I am now a Onsite Operations Manager (versus a Site Manager). It came with a nice raise and more opportunities for bonuses.
I will oversee three accounts and manage the account I am currently assigned to. I will have to travel to Madison, WI at least once every 6 weeks. My stay in Madison will be paid for and I can visit with my sister, Brother-in-law, and nephews.

Sitting on the couch eating BonBons

I could never be a stay at home mom. I'm already addicted to day time TV. I hate day time television. Soap operas, talk shows, reruns, and court shows. Luckily, I'm only addicted to reruns. I've been watching endless episodes of Gilmore Girls (not so bad) and Roseanne (yes, that Roseanne) and Friends and Just Shoot Me. And many others. Also, I watch Judge Judy religiously now.

It's awful.

I don't get enough exercise either. It's too hot outside to take Christian for a walk. At least at work, I walk a lot. Maybe I can figure out a way to walk on my treadmill with Christian. I need to do something.

I try to clean the house, but my son loves to nap in my arms. And well, I LOVE holding him. I could do it all day. I do do it all day. It's probably not such a good thing because he will never get used to napping in his bouncy or bassinet. He does sleep in his bassinet at night. We don't let him sleep in our bed. He's in my lap right now as I type this!

I've become accustomed to doing things with only one hand or moving things by kicking them. It's terrible.

My Life Revolves Around My Breasts

It's true.


Sleeping. Shopping. Eating. Blogging. Everything. We have to time every activity we do according to Christian's feeding schedule.
We have to time our meals just right so that Christian has just eaten by the time it is done. Yesterday, we went to visit Richard's grandfather. We couldn't leave until Christian ate because it's an 1.5 hour drive and I didn't want to breast feed in the car with my mother-in-law on the side of the road or in a gas station bathroom. It was bad enough I had to feed him in the small camper bedroom.
My breasts have never felt so important, so loved.
I know I could pump and bottle feed him, but I'm not ready to do that yet. I want to wait at least two weeks before I give him a bottle. Breastfeeding is tough business and I don't want a bottle to jeopardize the progress we've made.
Soon, he will only need to eat every four hours. Then I will be a little more free. Although I enjoy every second with Christian, running errands can be difficult with only a small window of time. And I don't want to leave Richard with a screaming, hungry baby that he can't feed.