Wednesday, July 20, 2011

2 Months

Our little man is 2 months old today! Time has flown by! At our doctor's appointment today, he weighed in at 13 lbs, 11 oz and measured 23 1/4 inches long! He is growing like crazy, but is sweet as can be!
Just a comparison below: Isabelle at 2 months. She was 13 lbs, 10 oz and 23 3/4 inches long. VERY close! 

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Time. Time. Time.

When I knew I would be on maternity leave for 12 weeks, I had such a grand list of things I would take care of; painting rooms that still need to be painted, installing things that are just sitting in their boxes, unpacking the rest of the crap from our move a year ago, etc.  Here we are, week 8 of my time off and I have accomplished almost nothing from said list. How is it that I am home all day (most of the time) with just one little baby (who really usually does sleep about 4 hours a day) and I cannot manage to get anything done? I consider myself very lucky because I am home, but still get to send Belle to daycare AND still get to have cleaning people come every other week. Yet, I can't manage to get anything done. Could it be that those 4 hours of napping the little guy does are done in 15-20 minute increments which I try to use to eat, go to the bathroom, check the mail, get a drink, pump out the remainder of this milk?? I don't know.  I am now finding myself sitting here writing this, while he is sleeping and Belle is eating lunch and I am feeling guilty about taking 15 minutes to do this rather than something productive.  Why the incessant feeling of guilt?! Why do we, as mom's (and I suppose maybe dad's too) feel like we always have to be doing something? Why do we always have a lingering feeling of guilt if we take an hour to ourselves to just chill and watch TV or do absolutely nothing for once? And why isn't there more time in the day for us to veg for a few AND get stuff done AND spend adequate time with our children and spouses?

Moral of the story: I need more time.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Sweet Girl

While we were eating dinner tonight, George woke up and was fussing in his crib.  After a little while, Belle said "I'll be right back" and ran upstairs for something.  A few minutes later, when she was just a little too quiet, Nick went up to see what she was doing and found her in George's crib with him, patting his back to soothe him.

I love my kids!