Blogger Failure

Reading other people's blogs along with me actually blogging have not been happening lately. The only way that I'm writing this blog right now is that Henry is eating breadcrumbs out of my lap. Literally.

To update you on life...Adam is in his 2nd month of surgery. Henry is 10 months old and a crazy, wild fun little boy. He likes to put towels on top of his head, covering his eyes and crawl around and bump into things.

Boys, right?

The sunshine has been out for three days in a row, steadily melting away the white piles and there is no snow in the 7-day forecast.

Woohoo! Life is good!

P.S. Holy cow, Henry just stood for like 10 seconds without holding onto anything. That was crazy.

Soy What?

So, I mixed soy milk with Henry's cereal for the first time today instead of breast milk. And he was all over that. Then I tried some soy milk and I was all over that. I mean, it was the vanilla kind and dang, Gina! It's good.

It's just been more challenging to pump every morning to get milk for the day's cereal so, since he's over 10 months old, we decided to hop on the soy wagon. But, I'm still breastfeeding...still not quite sure how long the milk maiden voyage will last.

How Novel!

Amongst the completed bedtime books of 2010 are:

The Scarlett Pimpernel (A quick-read classic...my mother-in-law loaned it to me. I enjoyed it!)

and a trilogy:

Conspiracy in Kiev

Midnight in Madrid

Countdown in Cairo

Ignore the cheesy cover to these books...they really are pretty good! The main character, Alex LaDuca, is like a female James Bond but one who fears God. So, there are a couple of the books that I've read so far...hope you enjoy!

The (Milk) Maiden Voyage: How Long?

That is what I've been asking lately. When will I wean Henry? He is 10 months now and sleeps well through the night (thank you, Lord!) He's eating 3 solid meals but I'm still nursing him several times during the day (but not nursing him to sleep any longer now that the paci has reappeared in our lives).

I always had the idea of nursing until Henry was one in my head but one is quickly approaching. It just kinda makes me sad to think about not nursing him any longer. AGH! Am I becoming thatwoman that I never thought I'd be? That crazy la leche woman (no offense).

Oh, what to do...what to do.

Birthday Week

Adam turns the big 2-7 this week (Thursday, to be exact). I am making his favorite dessert, Peanut butter Pie...what he always requests for his birthday.

MIX:

1 3/4 cups of creamy peanut butter

8 oz. cream cheese

1 1/4 cup of powdered sugar

(you can alter these depending on how peanut butter-y you want it...we like it super peanut-butter-y)

FOLD IN:

12 oz. cool whip

Place in either two oreo crusts or a graham cracker crusts. Drizzle chocolate syrup over the top. Freeze for at least 5 hours.

WHALAA!

Big Ol' Mess

This has been a couple of days of bad emotions bubbling over the cauldron edge of my existence. I have been quick to anger, critical, and brimming with malice. It's like waves of hostility rolling off of me. For example: Why can't I see a beautiful girl and be like, "Hey...she's beautiful!" Instead, I'm critical: I think that she's vain...I think that she's consumed with being skinny...I don't want to like her. I'm insecure, I'm a big ol' load of crazy.

I am thankful to have a husband that I can unload on and who will pray with me. I am thankful to have girlfriends with whom I can have total disclosure. I am thankful for a God who is kind enough to let me see my need for Him, who breaks off my false comforts so that I can be satisfied and healed in just Him. And I'm thankful that today is better.

Paci Wars

I was a little smug, perhaps. You see, the last time that Henry used a pacifier was when he was 4 months old on our trip to the South around labor day. He had never really been too interested in his pacifier so we just nipped it in the bud, no problem!

I was proud.

UNTIL, we got ready to fly to the south in January. I brought a couple of old pacifiers that I found. My thought was that it might work to entertain him in case he got fussy on the flight. I was trying to be a nice fellow human, right? Well, on the way down, Henry wasn't interested in the pacifiers but on the return flight, he became addicted.

Now, he finds pacifiers under the couch and shoves them in his mouth. I'll be honest, they seem to make him happy! Also, they are miraculous for putting Henry down to bed...I could put him down wide awake with a pacifier and it wouldn't be a problem.

But, geez, Louise! He is almost 10 months old! Why now? STELLA! I think we're going to have to nip it in the bud before it gets too serious but it'll be not fun.