Back in Black

So we are back home from our long week in MA. It was cold.

Baby turned 4 months old yesterday. He got 4 shots. He weighs 15lbs 10oz. he is in the 75% for weight and height. So screw you all the people that says, "my he's big for a 4 month old."

I think about 45 times in the last 2 weeks I have said 'oh my god I can't do this.' He was pretty good on the flight to MA, there was no sleeping for a 5 hour flight. Then he cried for 3 hours after we got to my parents house. He has NEVER done anything like that before. He was overtired to the utmost extreme. He was pretty cranky while we were there. Partly because there was very little napping, my mother kept going in to look at him and wake him up. I would put him down for a nap and then get in the shower, I would get out and there he would be in my mother's arms, rubbing his eyes. OK so this exact scenario happened once, but you know where I am going with this.

He was a bear for the 6 hour flight home. He cried and cried. I almost pissed my pants. He fell asleep I ran to the toilet. I came back and he was crying.
He was awful on Tuesday, I had to actually drug the baby. He was OVERTIRED and refused to sleep cried and cried. So the baby tylenol had to come out. If you are drugging your 4 month old then you can be pretty sure that you are a bad mother.

He has been super crabby today so far - sprinkled with moments of cuddling and mr charming smiler's appearance.

I am happy to be home. It was nice to have the 'help' while I was home it was fantastic to see my friends. I miss you guys.

New Pictures

Melodrama

So I have the tendency to be dramatic. Big Whoop, you wanna fight about it?
See the thing with these wacky hormones is things seem so gosh darn bleak, until they aren't any more.
Jon returns late Weds nite. After I wrote this post, he called, from Rome. I yelled at him and was a general bitch - nothing like picking a fight from thousands of miles away :)

But Ugh, dealing with a crabby baby when you are already crabby is tough, there is only room for one grouch in this house kid and I have years of experience on you!

Tomorrow is, my best friend, Maria's 30th birthday. I just hope I remember to call her. Honestly, I can be such a numbnut.

While my MIL was here I was able to accomplish a few choice things that I could not comment on due to the aforementioned pity party.

I went here, it is the most civilized place I think I have ever been to. If you are ever in San Francisco I can not recommend it highly enough.

Saturday night I went here.
we say this band. It was fun to be out in the world. Then I went to this bar with my friend Kelly.

It was weird and exciting to be out in the world sans baby. Honestly I thought about him the whole time and wondered what he was doing.

I am going to go and eat 34 chocolate chip cookies now...

Fucking A

So last night I started bleeding this gross black blood. It is so fucking unfair. I am not supposed to get my period until I stop breastfeeding.
I just got off the emotional roller coaster from the pregnancy hormones. And now I am a bear because of regular lady business.
The baby is crabby. Don't even get me started on my mother in laws visit- the wounds are still too fresh.
Jon doesn't come home for days yet.
I can't seem to stop crying...

jumpin' jumpin'

click here for my new favorite website...hours wasted.

congratulations over at kdamnspot. A beautiful little girl who weighed the same as our little man.

So jon left this morning. He is gone again until next weds, then on that Saturday the baby and I will be making our first cross country adventure to MA. I am a little freaked out but as Maria very wisely put it, "every 'first' with the baby is scary and then you just do it and it is fine." Worst case scenario, he screams the entire 6 hours. But what do I do with the baby if I have to pee? I simply will not ingest fluids and avoid it.
My MIL arrives late tomorrow evening. She will be staying with me through Sunday. Am I a princess or what? We knew we were w/o family here and we still had the baby. And now my parents and my MIL are flying out here to help me out. I am actually looking forward to it. I love having someone else to talk about how great the baby is.

This is what I have been pondering lately...OK you have a kid. And the love is like nothing else. Yeah you love your partner, your cat, your parents, lamp, ect. But the kid, shit. SO then your kid has a kid and so is that why grandparents are like that? They love what you love the most, and it is your kid, so it is a sort of mega compounded love. Sometimes when I think of Baby E having a kid my organs like collapse on top of each other and I want to melt into a puddle of emotion...

Even I want to barf that was so inane and silly. Where is the poop talk?

Whoa Nelly

So I sold a baby item in Craig's list the other day. The person calls me and wants to come and pick it up. Cool. I tell him to come after 7pm just in case he is an ax murderer and wants to kill and rape me and steal my baby and sell him on the black market. He says he and his wife Edna, who is due any day, will be there after 7.
Around 8 we get a call, they will be there soon the bus is taking a long time.
They show up eventually and they are BABIES. I think I was mouth agape shocked. Maybe they were 20 maybe. How on earth can they handle having a baby? I mean I am pushing 30 and barely hanging on!
I know my mom and dad had me when they were 19 and 21 respectively. But I don't know it was different times or something...
Babies. I felt stupid taking their 10 bucks. Jon and I couldn't stop talking about them as we watched the rest of American idol.

Also Congrats to Emily and the birth of her daughter ella matilda on Feb 20th.

Also more pictures here.