Mommy Time

Most who read my blog have sweet little babies (or grown babies) of their own already......but if for some reason you read this and you are either pregnant, close to being pregnant, have a new sweet thing on your hands, or a few more years to go, this is a great tidbit of advice (stole it from another blogger):

Know that you need to take care of yourself.
Perhaps the best piece of advice I could offer for the postpartum period is that as a new mom you need to take care of yourself! I know, I know, you just had a baby you’ve got loads of wash to launder, dozens of diapers to change, lots of bottles to scrub and oh-so-much cuddling to do. And, don’t get me wrong, all of those things are important (especially the last one) but it is also very important that you take a few minutes to yourself. I always rolled my eyes when someone said I needed to be napping while my baby napped (especially after the delivery of my third) but it really is important. Most other things can wait. Your body just underwent huge stresses and it needs to recover. Taking time for yourself might look like napping but it could also be a nice, hot shower while hubby holds baby or a short walk down the block while grandma spoils baby. Whatever it is, it is necessary and you deserve it!


This was and is the hardest advice for me.  The day after I was home from the hospital, I wanted to take care of my home and my family all by myself.  My mom was home with us and had to remind me that I had just undergone surgery (I know not all of you experienced this) and I needed to lay down and rest.  It is still hard for me to remember sometimes that I need "Mommy time," but when I actually give myself "Mommy time," I am so refreshed and appreciate being a mommy so much more. 

SERIOUSLY.....

How could life be any better than this?

Who says....

.....mommies and their boys can't match?

You think he'll let me do this when he's 13?

My man.

The night before last, this momma was exhausted.  It was 11:00 and there were dishes that needed to be unloaded from the dishwasher, dishes that needed to be loaded into the dishwasher, and bottles that needed to be washed.  I looked it all, did a 360 and went straight to bed, knowing I would just have to do it in the morning.  When I woke up, I found this:

Hand-washed bottles and breast pump accessories.

......along with the rest of the kitchen clean.  My awesome husband, who has been stressed, busy, and who coached a late soccer game, managed to fit in a little late-night cleaning (without me mentioning it to him) so that I could wake up to all of it done.  I fell a little more in love with him yesterday morning.  :)

The boys of fall.

Things in my house are about to change drastically, as I'm sure they are for many of you.  How do I know this?  Because they do every September when football starts.  While I am really excited about football season starting (because of fall, making chili every Sunday, getting together with friends, etc. ), I will not fool you into thinking that by Week 8 I will not be buying an US Weekly to read while we watch EVERY single game that comes on.  You see, I am married to a sports F-A-N-A-T-I-C, the type that HAS to watch every game.  I mean, why wouldn't you watch every game, according to him?  It's football season.

Thank goodness for my girls fantasy football league.  It helps this football widow have some communication with her husband for the 5-6 months of football.....and it's fun, especially the draft.  And I have a chance to win some moolah.  So come on, Adrian Peterson.  I need you to be amazing this year.

Helping Mommy with her draft.

I am realizing, though, that I HAVE to be a part of Football Saturday and Football Sunday or I'm going to be left out of this family.  I have a son... and I have a husband...and I'm pretty sure my puppy dog likes football, too.  I'm almost positive Sundays will be Parker/Daddy time (Bryan calls it Daddy/Sonday), but I will be there, checking my fantasy football points, painting my nails, and reading my US Weekly.....until my little girl comes along.  :)

3 months.

Our little love bug is 3 months old today.  Smiling and cooing all the time.  Weighing 15 pounds, 11 ounces.  Still drinking mommy milk (we have been more successful than I thought we would be with me going back to work).  Almost holding his head up all the time.  LOVES having a bath.  Still sleeping in his bassinet in Mommy and Daddy's room (Mommy's not ready for that transition into the big boy baby room yet).  Still stealing the heart of everyone around him. :)

Just me and my dad.

The monkey and the frog again?  Could you be a little more original, Mom?

There is no way my head is fitting into this frog hat at 4 months.

What did you say to me?

Nooooooooooooooo.  Everyone is going to know that I'm still bald.

I love taking baths and hearing what crazy songs my mom is going to come up with.

Here we go.  This is what I'm talking about.  The boys just hanging out, watching a little football.

On my way to see my Granzie at the soccer fields. 

I'm cute.

This is why.....

.....it is almost impossible to get anything done while Parker is at home with me.  If he is not awake and needing my attention, I just want to stare at him while he sleeps......with those chubby little arms and that perfect little face looking so peaceful and content.  Love him so much it hurts.