My husband calls me weird

My cat drives me bat shit crazy

My cat is still fucking messed up. Dude........she's weird. Maybe it's because I named her Tootsie, I don't know. She is the quirkiest feline I have ever owned. I've written about her before, but her list of fucked up-ness keeps growing.

1. She is very protective of the baby. Until Soph starts screaming like she's possessed then Tootsie tries to bat her head. (the cat is declawed. yes, i know it's cruel to declaw a cat, but she's a rescue feline and had multiple, beyond being saved, ingrown toenails that needed to be removed. saddest thing i've ever seen.)

2. Tootsie likes to weave in and out of my feet when I'm pacing the house with the baby. I think the cat is trying to kill me.

3. She likes to attack my feet, but only when I'm sleeping.

4. Since Soph came home, Tootsie has pulled more hair off of her hips. Stressed much? (actually Tootsie had a litter of kittens when she was basically a kitten herself and it totally messed up her hip/pelvis region. she has hot spots on her hips. i think arthritis medicine is in her future.)

5. Tootsie will beg for human food if you're eating it near her. When you give in and give her a piece, she walks away.

6. My favorite is when she wants you to pet her and you are sitting in a chair and can only reach so far, so the effing cat lays 1 foot farther than you can reach. This seems to be a cat phenomenon.

7. She likes to find spiders lurking in the house and carries them to the middle of the family room to play with. And. Never. Kills. Them. I HATE SPIDERS.

8. Tootsie thinks Soph's socks are her play toys. She removes them from laundry baskets and plays with them. I found a pair in the living room yesterday.

9. The kids toys are hers too. She's walked off with many an action hero guy of Aaron's. One of these days we will find her hiding spot.

10. Tootsie loves when you are petting her to roll on her back so you can "pet her tummy." In actuality this is just a ploy so she can massacre your hand trying to pet her. Saddest part? I fall for it all the time. Hmmmmmmm, wonder whose the stupid one here...........

11. I was going to stop at 10, but her latest trick lately is to lay on the heating vent in the living room and keep all the heat for herself. I'd try the same, but my ass is 10 times larger then the damn vent. Bastard cat. (but hells bells, i love her.)

 
"Dude, you better fucking pet me or I will bite your hand off."

She has me so well trained.

One Month Oh My!

I cannot fucking believe one month has passed already. Where in tarnation did the time go? I have to say, this girly girl of mine is pretty dang cool and she has taught me a hell of a lot.

1. Don't you dare to even swaddle her arms down. Even if starving, she will not eat and work to get her arms free. All while screaming in your face at what a bastard you are for pinning her arms down.

2. When she thinks she is hungry, she will throw herself sideways in hope of some boob action. It doesn't matter whose boobs either. Man was she disappointed when Daddy didn't have any boob love to give. (hehehehe, I just said boob love.....)

3. The ceiling fan is still number one in her book. Second only to Aaron for turning it on for her. The fan got her first smile and coo. So unfair. I birthed her. What gives lady?

4. She can out poop her brothers and thinks it's fun to pee on me.

5. If she get's any cuter I think Kev might look to invest in a shot gun and a chastity belt.

6. Baths rock, but don't you fucking dare wash her hair.

7. She loves to blow bubbles, slime up her face with spit and then wipe it all over someone's clothes, cheek, etc.

8. I'm totally in trouble. Buying girl clothes is too damn fun for my own good. I've learned to go shopping with my mom and then she pays for them. It's all about being smart folks.

9. She has daddy completely wrapped around her tiny pinky.

10. Despite the screams, the worry, wondering how we can afford another kid, the lack of sleep, she is beyond a doubt, completely worth it. (Now if only I would find time to do our taxes. It would be nice for a refund right now.)

Yesterday, I whipped out ye ole camera and got some cute shots. She doesn't listen to my photo directions, so you get what you get. I played with a bunch of the pictures in Picnik. Got to love free photo editing web sites. Enjoy the photos. And try as you might, no you cannot reach through a computer screen to pinch those cheeks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And lately....the face she gives one too often...usually followed by filling her diaper with something god awful. Damn good thing she's cute eh?
 

Thank you for all the love and advice with Soph's tummy troubles. One thing we do know is that it's not simple colic. Colic does not produce diarrhea. Wednesday, I made the mistake of making corn bread muffins that contained milk and then I ate one. Nasty diapers were the end result. Brown water to be exact. Thank you fucking lactose. I'm trying to remain strong with continuing to remain dairy free and breast feed, but it's hard when I am the one that is hurting my daughter.

Alrighty then, enough with that. I'm boring my own damn eye to tears. Have some pics of the cutie patootie. She received a lot of adorable clothes as presents and I'm trying tot take pictures of her in them to send to the people that gave her the outfit. I'm going to try to do her one month photo shoot today, so stop back on Monday for her one month review. You're so fucking excited. I can tell.

(the photos are a bit blurry. she wouldn't sit still and the camera battery was crapping out.)

 

 

From the depths of screaming hell

Oh good lord, my ears are ringing. This beautiful child of mine is still screaming her head off in misery. Me going dairy free and lactose free formula has eased the diarrhea, but she is still in pain. The other night resulted in a 2 hour scream fest where she just plain wore herself out. Talk about suck. I hate the fact that nothing is helping. Yesterday,after a pleaful call to the doc, resulted in a reflux med. We don't know if it's exactly Soph's problem, but we will see. The doc and I both suspect it's me, but neither of us want to end the breast feeding. Even though I'm not eating dairy, my milk still has lactose. It's the nature of breast milk.  So we trudge on and wear paths in my carpet from pacing around the house with Soph. Poor kiddo.

Wanna hear a funny after all that depressing crap? Aaron and I were walking around Kev's store yesterday while we were waiting for him to finish up some stuff. We passed the aisle that had all these cardboard figures, including a headless woman's bust to which Aaron loudly yells,

"Look mommy, BREASTS!"

His father is so proud.

Saturday Soph turns 1 month. I'm hoping to get some good pictures if she will stop screaming long enough. Stop on back for unbearable cuteness.

(crickets chirping)

The other night I made a pot roast in my slow cooker. The machine itself was still sitting out on the counter when I went to give Soph a bath in the kitchen sink. Aaron walked up to help give the bath, pointed to the slow cooker and asked,

"Mommy, is that your crack pot?"

Close, but no cigar honey.

3 weeks

I have nephews!!! My SIL is doing better, but is not completely out of the woods. 2 of the boys had to be intubated. One of the intubated boys is doing well, the other has been diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension. Please continue to keep them in your prayers. We appreciate all the help we can get.

Soph turns 3 weeks today and I have to say she's pretty cool aside from the screaming and tummy issues. She has such bad gas and poop. I feel so bad. This morning her poop was like water. It is beyond evident to me that my milk supply was never the issue. I have plenty. Her doctor warned me that if she started having watery bowel movements then the culprit is most likely lactose, but until then we couldn't say that was the issue. Today proved I was right all along. I ran to Target today to pick up lactose free formula and I am officially nixing dairy out of my diet. We shall see how long I can keep this up. Cheese is my friend, but I want to continue to breastfeed because it is what's best for her, especially until the flu season is over with. Fucking lactose. (hadn't used the word fuck in quite a long time. Something seems so wrong about that.)

Enjoy some three week pictures. She was having fun cooing at her best friend the ceiling fan. Damn that ceiling fan gets all her love and devotion.

 

 

SIL Update

Her platelets continue to drop, meaning either her liver or spleen isn't responding very well. I will have 4 brand new nephews by noon today. Please continue to keep my sister in law and nephews in your thoughts and prayers. Thank you!

Thoughts and prayers please

My wonderful sister in law and her husband are expecting quads. She is 28 weeks along. Everything had been going beautifully until this past week when she began to develop preclampsia. Her doctor admitted her today and if her blood work tonight does not show any improvement then my nephews will be born (yes, they are all boys.) The good news is that all the babies are over 2 pounds, 2 of them are even approaching the three pound mark and they are very healthy and active. Please keep my sister in law and my nephews in your thoughts and prayers. We can use all the help we can get. Thank you!

Not in front of others

The other day Aaron walked into the kitchen where I was washing some dishes and he started slapping around his junk. (Note: He was doing it on the outside of his pants.)

"Aaron, do you have to go potty?"

"No mommy."

"Then why are you grabbing yourself?"

"Because it feels good."

"That's fine Aaron, but you need to not do that in front of other people."

So he turns his back to me and continues.

Hey, at least he listened. Right?

screams & poop (Updated)

Typing one handed so bear with me. Oh good lord the screams. Poor Soph. I can't tell exactly what her tummy problems are. She cries and cries and poops. I can nurse her for over an hour and she still acts as if she's hungry. At that point I give in and give her a bottle because my boobs can't take it anymore, not to mention that I have a 4 year old that still needs my attention. The poop, fuck, the poop. She goes all the time. I know it's common for breast fed babies, but her little bottom is taking quite the abuse. Desitin and warm baths have become her hiney's friend. I'm thinking Sophie might be lactose intolerant. With the poops she's started to pass some mucus too. Calling the doc's office soon. If it's lactose that's the problem I don't know if I can give it up.

That is all. This weekend we visited Kev's sister so that she could meet her niece. She's on bed rest and couldn't make the trip to Michigan. Enjoy the pictures. I'm too worn out for anything else. (Oh, and thank you very much for all my birthday wishes! You all remembered, but my dad didn't!)

 

 

  

   
(I call this her "Whatchyou talking about Willis?" pose.)

**Okay it seems as if I'm just not making enough milk for her. We are now on a 10 minute per side nursing regiment and then topping her off with a little formula until I can produce enough for her. Oh and she has blocked tear ducts. Basically she be one unhappy camper with goopy eyes. Where is my magic wand to make it all better?