Monthly Archives: August 2016

Wide Awake

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All of you have heard me complain about how tired I’ve been lately… So why is it 3:45 am and I’m awake while everyone else is sound asleep? 

Little Henry has been sleeping since 8:45!! We haven’t had a 7-hour stretch since all this poop madness started at least a month ago. Hell, we rarely get anything over 3-4.

I’ve been up for an hour now, waiting for him to wake up. Finally about 5 minutes ago, I shined my cell phone in his direction and put my hand on his chest. He’s still breathing.

Oy. Haha So first time mom of me, right? 🙂

Yesterday (I guess it’s technically two days ago), Henry received his first probiotic. Since, all of his poops have been way more normal and now a long stretch of sleep… Coincidence? I don’t think so.

Too bad getting him to take a bottle (which is how we give him the probiotic) hasn’t proven to be easy. 

Wish us luck! And wish me luck in falling back to sleep before little man wakes up!

Anyone notice?

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Hey, anyone notice the influx of blog posts? What you’re witnessing is a RARE moment of complete and utter quiet. 

Mark and Charlotte are at swim class and Henry has been snoozing for two hours. 

While I should be sleeping, this momma is thoroughly enjoying the morning. I made a delicious breakfast and coffee, which I enjoyed at a normal speed and have been lounging and catching up on my blog.

That’s a happy Saturday for me 💛

My Little Man

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Guys, I know I mostly discuss Charlotte on my blog, but my sweet Henry… He’s just the sweetest little love. Somehow, when I get a few moments to write, it seems that my Charlotte experiences rule the show. 

Anyway, little man. He’s a total button. Loves to snuggle and smiles at anyone and everyone. He loves attention and loves to be coo’d at. 

He’ll hang over your shoulder all day and loves to bounce. He looks bald, but has the sweetest fuzzy head. 

He is an absolutely kissable boy.

He loves holding his head up like a big boy when I’m holding him, but spends every tummy time face down crying. 

He’s my little man and I can’t imagine my world without him.


It must also be noted that he still continues to explosively poop all day, everyday, everywhere. I’m talking 4-5 outfit changing blowouts a day… Not including my outfits (or sheets, or couch cushions) that sometimes also need to be changed.

My Little Man

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Guys, I know I mostly discuss Charlotte on my blog, but my sweet Henry… He’s just the sweetest little love. Somehow, when I get a few moments to write, it seems that my Charlotte experiences rule the show. 

Anyway, little man. He’s a total button. Loves to snuggle and smiles at anyone and everyone. He loves attention and loves to be coo’d at. 

He’ll hang over your shoulder all day and loves to bounce. He looks bald, but has the sweetest fuzzy head. 

He is an absolutely kissable boy.

He loves holding his head up like a big boy when I’m holding him, but spends every tummy time face down crying. 

He’s my little man and I can’t imagine my world without him.


It must also be noted that he still continues to explosively poop all day, everyday, everywhere. I’m talking 4-5 outfit changing blowouts a day… Not including my outfits (or sheets, or couch cushions) that sometimes also need to be changed.

Mommy Daycare

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Don’t make fun, but for the first time since Henry was born, I had to wrangle both kids on my own for the entire day (on Wednesday and Thursday). 

Charlie came down with a super mild case of hand, foot, mouth (which honestly, we would have never known except for the fact that she happened to go to the doc that day for a checkup), so she was home from camp. 

I’m not going to lie, I was super anxious. Mark’s sister is bringing us a double stroller, but at this point, I don’t have one that works for our current situation. We have a sit and stand, but it just creates issues at this point. Charlie wants to sit where Henry is sitting, throws a mini fit and jumps off the stand platform thing while we’re moving. Anyway, not something I want to deal with alone. 

So anyway, I decided to face my anxieties head-on and take the kiddies on a little outing on Wednesday. I packed everyone up and we were Target-bound. Henry was running low on diapers, so it was the perfect excuse. Not to mention the fact that I have ZERO ideas as to how to put Henry (my boy who loves sleeping in silence) to sleep, while the noisy toddler is chatting up a storm… Unless we’re driving. Henry is no match for a moving car. He can’t resist a nap.

Anyway, I was SO PLEASED by our outing. I parked near a cart return and put Henry’s car seat in the shopping cart and Charlie in the seat. We were off!

Henry cried a bit, but let’s be honest, It was a Wednesday morning at Target… I wasn’t the only mom pushing a screaming baby through the aisles. Anyway, he fell asleep and Charlie and I had a blast. She was totally mesmerized. 

We looked at clothes and shoes and ended with an applesauce pouch, which we save for only special occasions. 

When we got in the car, Charlie said, “Momma, it’s fun!”


Despite being sick, Charlotte was an absolute angel. She was so fun to chat with and perfect in the car and at Target. When we got home, the good times continued. 

She was just so incredibly sweet and helpful with Henry. It was nice… We legitimately had fun together. Not just me having fun watching her… But fun together. 

Day two was another adventure! We picked up Nana in the morning to take her to the airport for a well-deserved beach vacay! Charlotte was a bit quiet, but as soon as we started pulling away from the airport, little Charlie burst into tears. “I want my Nanny!!!”

It was so sad and sweet and a little funny. Thankfully, after 5-10 minutes she got distracted by the trucks and a phone call with my sister and we moved on.

(I should also note that Charlotte keeps talking about the beach. “Nana beach” “I want beach” “momma, beach?”… The funny part is that it sounds like she’s saying bitch. Or at least beotch. My childish brain chuckles every time she says it.)

Next stop was to see my parents. We played a bit and Charlotte let us all know, “I want lunch.” 

So, off to lunch we went, which was hilarious. We went to a restaurant that’s filled with ladies and thus, Charlotte discovered the magic of ladies’ lunch. She sat staring at these two women behind us, randomly saying hi despite the fact that they had not noticed her and were not listening. 

After lunch, we shopped around the shopping center and her ladies’ lunch experience just went through the roof. She skipped from one display to the next exclaiming, “Ooooo what dis???”

It was another perfect morning.

Now, I’m not going to lie… Afternoon was a bit more annoying. Charlotte woke up crabby and was being a bit of a pest. AND, to make matters worse, after I finally got Henry to sleep, she woke him up by chucking my cell phone on the tile floor. 

C: “Ohh, Henry wa waa”

Me: “Yes, Henry is crying because you threw my phone on the ground and woke him!”

Let’s just say, I was happy when Daddy got home that evening.

But, all in all, I think I’m somewhat more prepared for full-time mommy daycare while C is off of camp before school starts, which begins next week. I have lots of activities planned and hope to have smooth sailings.

Wish me luck!

So. Much. Vomit.

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You know those “living the dream” moments? This wasn’t one of them…

My day started (at 2 in the morning) with an excessive amount of milk barf sprayed ALL OVER ME. I’m talking like 8 ounces of milk projectile vomited right down (and all over) my shirt.

Okay. No biggy. I got up, changed my clothes and continued our normal routine of milk and sleep.

Later that day, we played the barf on mommy game again. Just as much milk. Time for another wardrobe change for mommy.

A Sexy Saturday

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Today we had friends over for challah French toast brunch (it was a blast)! 


After brunch at our place, it was time to capture Henry’s poop for the doc. Unfortunately, the tiny man is still having liquid diarrhea poops. 

So Saturday afternoon looked like this…


And this…


Yes, that is us catching Henry’s poop in a Tupperware and then spooning it into collection containers. Sexy, right?

After, Mark, Henry and I dropped the stool samples at the doc (while Milly stayed with C – thanks, Milly!). We then went to Whole Foods for another “date”… We had a glass of wine (that we shared) and planned to have a nice relaxing food shopping trip.


Until Henry decided his nap was over.


Cute coos quickly turned into screaming baby, and just like that, date over.

Another sexy Saturday…

Where I’m at

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So, we’re two months into life with our sweet Henry and life with two kiddies 2 & under. Things have been amazing and hard and tiring and beautiful and full of love and full of stress.

I feel like I’ve gotten into such a good rhythm with Henry. He’s pretty easy to anticipate (not that it makes him easy, but definitely predictable) and generally speaking, a very good and easy going little dude. He’s pretty consistent in terms of schedule, too. All good things. The best is that he just loves to smile and coo and just be such a chill little man who I absolutely adore.

Charlotte has really been coming into her role as big sister and just seeming much happier and more confident these days. She loves to help with Henry and is back to showering him with kisses. We’ve been spending a lot of time together and she’s just a very special little love.

On our way to school in the morning, Henry tends to cry for the first half until he falls asleep. Charlotte will sing to him (typically her songs are, “Henry, Henry, Henry, Henry” or “balls, balls, ball, ball”) or she’ll simply “hush” him. Sometimes if he’s going for volume and getting a bit relentless, she just gets frustrated and whines, “I want Henry hush.” Me, too. Me, too.

But really, we have such a good routine down and seeing the two of them interact makes me so happy. When Henry isn’t screaming his face off, our car rides are actually quite enjoyable.

However, and here’s the other shoe, I’m exhausted. Like, deliriously tired. Henry’s night sleep is nothing like Charlotte’s (who slept through the night at 5.5 weeks). He sleeps 4-6 hours, but goes to bed at 8:30 (and stupid mommy has been going to bed closer to 11). After his long stretch, he’ll sleep anywhere from 1-3 hours and sometimes demands sleeping on me. While I love his cuddles, sleeping in an upright position with a baby on top of me just isn’t restful. I know these are all normal mom probs, but that doesn’t make me any less tired.

Add to it the fact that I feel like I’m constantly running to pick up or drop off C, hustling to make dinner before C wakes from her nap, and trying to keep the house in slightly functioning order… I’m just tired.

On top of all the normal “mom stuff,” my kitty is dying. I know I’ve made comments and harsh jokes about not wanting my pets, but that doesn’t make this any easier or any less sad. Oliver was my first pet. He was a total companion through some of the rougher, lonelier years of my life and is just a great cat (when he’s not peeing somewhere he shouldn’t). He greets me at the door, sleeps with me, stares at me from across the room, smacks Toby when he deserves it (or when we need a good laugh), always notices (the smell) when I get my hair done or eyebrows waxed, waits outside the door for me when I go to the bathroom, sticks his little paw under the closed door if he’s on the other side, and just plain loves his momma.

Our sick kitty.

I’ve never had to say goodbye to a pet and tonight, we’re saying goodbye to Oliver. My father in law (a vet) is going to put Ollie down for us tonight. My husband texted me and asked me if I was ready. It’s a weird question. The only thing I think I’m sure of is that our sweet kitty is ready. He’s skin and bones, not eating or drinking, barely leaves his new spot under the couch unless it’s to throw up or pee on the floor somewhere (which he hasn’t even done for a few days now). He’s just not doing well.

It’s been a lot. Life is a lot right now. I’m trying to stay in the minute and enjoy my adorable little babies and ignore the exhaustion and the stress and the overwhelmed feelings that are looming. Sometimes it works, sometimes not.