Someone is almost two, and someone started another school year recently, so that means it was time for our annual professional photographer shoot. We put on some cute outfits and lip gloss and off we went to the local creekside park to have a blast being models. We haven’t gotten all of our pics back yet, but the photog did post two sneak peek previews and I am just so excited about them that I HAVE to share. Right now. Because they’re adorable.
Ready? Beware, cuteness overload ahead:
I love them. LOVE them. That pic of the two of them captures their relationship perfectly. I can’t wait to get our CD with the rest of the pics!!!
It has been over a month since Pax has nursed. And unlike so many moms, who tell stories of their last, bittersweet cuddly nursing session with their babe… I couldn’t even tell you the last time he nursed. Couldn’t. Tell you. Probably in the middle of some dreary night, where he was endlessly latched on and I just wanted to sleep. Something like that.
I don’t miss it, yet at the same time I can’t believe it’s over. Toddler nursing was not my favorite cup of tea, no sir. It felt far too often like I was just being used for funsies, or as a game. Infant nursing was more of a need, for him, and a bonding period for us. I miss those days- the soft coos, fierce scowls while he waited for letdown, happy sucking and milk drunk faces. Yes, that I miss. It went so fast! I remember crying somewhere around the beginning of third trimester, long before he ever arrived, when I got my first hints of colostrum coming in- it was such an alien feeling, that my breasts could serve this function, that I could nurse some little being and nurse him WELL and keep him alive. I remember our first awkward latches in the hospital (awkward for me, positioning him and getting used to the feeling of nursing. He was never awkward. He knew exactly how to get his dinner, right from the get-go), and the nurse who kept insisting I try the “football hold-” which we never liked and never used. I remember desperate hungry nursing, and slower more luxurious nursing. I remember holy-crap-my-boobs-are-going-to-pop-where’s-that-baby nursing. Overall, I remember the feeling of it all being such a journey. From I-can’t-do-this, to hey-we’re-doing-it, to oh-my-gosh-we’re-DONE.
It was a good journey. A great one, even. But it has served its purpose and we are past it! Now, less than a month from his two year birthday, I can say that Pax is officially weaned and I am officially free*!
*someone tell my boobs that. Pleasekthanks.
I get my wife back today! In about four hours, to be exact.
Here is what I learned while she was gone: I can do this parenting/school/housekeeping thing alone. I did do it alone and was mostly fine* (*see list). But… I STRONGLY prefer not to do it alone! Like, at all. I married a partner, and I want her by my side. Please kay thanks. Plus, the universe seemed bound and determined to test how well I could parent without her while she was gone. It seems like most things that could go wrong, did. The list includes:
- A toddler with diarrhea for a week. I was on poop duty for every one of those bad boys.
- Thing One with surprise strep throat- took her to the clinic after she complained of feeling sick, were told it wasn’t strep, then got a call back a few days later (after she’d returned to school!)- yes it was and it was contagious! Excellent.
- Did I mention that Thing One came down with this strep the NIGHT BEFORE my first exam of the semester? And that I HAD to be there the next day, and had exactly NO ONE to watch Thing One while I took my exam? Yep, so that happened.
- The air conditioner went out on the hottest day of the year- 95 degrees and 150,000% humidity. It didn’t get fixed for a day and a half.
- The pool was broken and out of service during this time because of a miscommunication between my wife and I. She thought pool season was over. I did not. Oops.
- We had a water snafu. Basically, Shorty pays the bills around here because money makes me anxious. She left for training and a few things fell through the cracks- like the water bill. Came home one day to BOOM- no water. Holy crap! First time in my life! Paid the bill and called them to clear it up and was informed they couldn’t be out to turn it back on until the next day. Then, that “next day” turned into the NEXT next day… meanwhile, hi, don’t mind me, I’ve just got a toddler, a kid, a husky, and my MIL and NOOOOO water for things like cooking… cleaning… flushing.
- My MIL showed up to watch kiddos while I had a late night at school one night (helpful) and with her came her two dubiously-trained very yappy dogs (not so helpful). Said dogs peed/marked in the house, which A) I got to clean up (the side.of.my.couch youguys…) and B) confused my own dog, who herself is in the process of housebreaking and who has had more accidents in the past few days since those dogs were here than in the past 6 months combined. Yargh.
- Our HOA basically asked us to do a better job maintaining the backyard. There’s toys and such scattered everywhere and ten foot tall weeds on the side patio. They might have had a point but gardening and I do not get along, and I did NOT appreciate the little reminder at this particular point in time.
- Shorty’s car had to go in for a brake job. I drove it once and the brakes were so bad I was afraid the car wouldn’t stop! I texted her to ask what was up with that and she texted back “oh yeah. I’ve been meaning to get around to that.” Wives. (eyeroll)
- I almostbutdidn’t broke my ankle. I stepped into a hole in the backyard that I didn’t know was there (thanks, dog), my ankle twisted and popped, and down I went. It was suuuuuper painful and I could not put weight on it at first- I had to crawl on hands and knees in my pajamas back through the grass to my patio and into the house. I’m sure the neighbors loved the view! This was yesterday. Luckily, this morning the ankle is much better and I can stand on it, though it’s swollen. Also luckily, my MIL was here yesterday to help me toddler-chase! And finally, LUCKILY my wife gets home today!
I thiiiiiink that’s it. But that’s a lot for a three-week period, no?! We survived it all but not in the triumphant, Rosie-the-Riveter, yes we can, owned-it sort of way I had hoped for… more like the muddy, filthy, hot mess, barely crawling over the finish line sort of way. Ah, well. That’s life, right? I sincerely hope that is the end of the universe’s tricks, although there are still a few more hours until Shorty is home… plenty of time for more tricks. Cross your fingers that nothing else happens!