You Can't Believe Everything You Read

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I am currently wearing my skinny jean shorts.

In case you forgot, I had a baby 8 weeks ago.  

Thank you very much.

Emerging From Hermitsville

Another picture that has nothing to do with this post.

But OH!, so beautiful.

I love blogging.  I love writing mine.  I love reading yours.  I love how this world wide web connects people like never before.  I have recently been sucked into Facebook.  It occupies alot of my nursing time*, but nothing keeps me occupied like Google Reader.

This morning as I was reading in Google Reader I came across this, which then led me here.  

Go read them now and then come back.  

Go ahead.  

I'll wait for you.

Did you read them both?  Are your eyes dry enough to read me?  Good.

I want to hear your thoughts.  I know there are like 6 people out there that I know of who read this little blog of mine.  I also know that I lurk around dozens of blogs.  I'm totally wrapped up in the stories of life and kids and career, but yet I never comment about anything.  I'm not really sure why I don't, but I'm done with it.  I've been inspired to step out of myself and my self-imposed hermitism.  I'm going to start commenting.   I want, no, I need a network of friends and support like those 8 ladies talked about.  

I'm throwing down a challenge to each of you phantom readers out there.  Come out of lurkerdom and introduce yourself.  I need you and you need me.  Tell me why you read these silly posts.  Give me a link to your world.  Add me as a friend.  I don't really care which it is so long as I get to hear from you.  

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*If you didn't figure it out from all of my recent talk of boys and boobs, nursing time is the 20 hours a day I spend sitting around feeding my 8-week old (!!!!!!Yowzah!!!!!!) boy-wonder.

Family Fun Day

We spent Sunday afternoon at the Inner Harbor in Baltimore.  It was a beautiful day, not to hot, a tad on the humid side but not too bad.  There were a couple bands playing and so much to look at.  

The Aquarium is right behind us and those dragon boats are the coolest paddle boats I've ever seen.

Jackson's taking the picture.

Say "cheese."

Such a ray of sunshine.

The typical shot of Jackson--sleeping in his car seat.

I caught them dancing to the music.

Nati and a giant duck.

Me and the girl.

Loves

I call Natalie my little LOVE MUFFIN.

The other day Scott heard me call Jackson that.  He hollered to me that Jackson was too chubby to be a muffin.  He said he was more of a loaf.

So now I call Jackson my little LOVE LOAF.

The UP Side to Nursing

I decided to write a post extolling the virtues of nursing to balance out this post.  As the boy and I keep working at it we're getting the hang of it.  Two weeks ago when I posted the down side of nursing I wouldn't have been able to nurse Jackson in the dressing room of The Limited in 20 minutes without a single pillow like I did this afternoon.

So here is the UP side of nursing:

• I don't have to worry about if  I have enough bottles and formula when I leave the house.
• Formula is crazy expensive!

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Sorry, but that's all I can come up with at this point in time.  

• My butt's still numb from sitting on it 20 hours a day.  
• Boobs are still HUUUUUGE!  
• Still getting clogged milk ducts.  
• Still have to dress with the boobs in mind.  
• Hugs must still be loose.
  
• Still have to wear a bra ALL. THE. TIME.
• Husband still can't go near them.
• STILL feeding the boy EVERY 2 hours ALL. DAY. LONG.

I think I could handle it all better if my chunky little monkey would just smile at me for any reason other than gas.

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Oh, but it does feel good to have him in my arms.  

And he smells so good.

And he makes the best sounds.

And he cuddles right up into my neck.

And he stops crying the instant he's in my arms.

And he has these big gorgeous blue eyes.

And he's so soft.

And he has seventeen rolls in his thighs.

And he holds my hand while he eats.

And he lets me kiss him constantly.

And he feels so good in my arms.

And he loves me best.

And I love him.

Fodder

This picture has nothing to do with this post, 

but pictures make my mom and grandma happy.

Ok...so I've been really lazy about posting here.  I don't have a good excuse that won't require the use of the term "boy attached to my boob" and believe me when I say, I'm tired of talking about my boobs.  So, I'll leave it at I've just been lazy.  I have so much to say.  Having two kids gives one plenty of blog fodder, but it also diminishes the amount of sleep one gets, thus limiting one's motivation and productiveness.

I'm creating a new routine for my life.  It has to allow for plenty of boy-attached-to-my-boob time.  (Sorry.)  I also want to include time each day to work out and have just 15 minutes of alone time. (Oh, if only I could get the boy attached to my boob to sleep somewhere other than my arms!)  (Sorry for the boob reference. Again.) I also want to take time each day to write a post either here or here or both.  I'd even like to resurrect this bad boy at some point in time.  I'm taking just a little step each day.  Yesterday I worked out.  Today I blog.  Sometime I'd like to do both in one day.  

I have been reading alot of blogs lately.  That's what's been taking my post time away from you good people.  There are just so many interesting people out there!  I can't help myself.  

AllAccess

The Pioneer Woman

The Lazy Organizer

BooMama

Mrs. Fussypants

Lawyerish

Absolutely Beautiful Things

Blissfully Domestic

Decor8

Nest Decorating

Porter House

Soule Mama

Plum Pudding

Secret Agent Josephine

Those are some of my favorites and they are very motivated people that accomplish a great many things in a day.  They're starting to make me jealous of their consistent posting.  I've been so bad about that  lately.

So, if you ever wonder where I am or what I'm up to these days, I am most likely on the couch with the boy attached to my boob and computer in my lap reading one of the above.  (Or online shopping.  I love to shop online.  Love. IT!  But that's fodder for another post at another time.)

For now, I'm going to take a shower.  Then I just might take my kids to the park.