Thanks again to the hubby

Sebastian has been teething again for the past week or so. His two top front teeth are about to poke through, and he is also beginning to pull up on things and stand. He has been having a harder time falling asleep because of the discomfort, and also wakes up more often to randomly try to stand up in his sleep. As a result, I’ve been getting even less sleep. This not only makes me tired, but I tend to get more physical aches as well. My lower back and right knee started bothering me. Not to mention I just get into a foul mood.

Last night, it took about 2 hours to put Bash to sleep. Tommy helped out a lot, and even made the baby laugh in his sleep by making funny sounds! Tommy encouraged me to sleep as well. It was only 8:45 PM so of course I said no. I wanted to stay awake like a normal person! However, I think I quickly fell asleep. The next thing I remember was Tommy waking me up just enough so I could take my prenatal vitamin and to tell me he had put the leftovers from dinner away in the fridge. I then stayed asleep until 3 AM, when I went to use the bathroom. The baby didn’t fuss until 6:30 in the morning, so I got an awesome amount of rest!

Moreover, I was extremely happy that Tommy did those simple things for me without me asking. Although putting away some food and bringing me my vitamin are very small gestures, they helped me so much that night!

Thank you Tommy for being a wonderful husband and Daddy!


Crockpot meals are a lifesaver!


Before the baby I loved to cook. I wasn’t necessarily very good at it, but I liked to make a variety of things and experiment.

Since Bash arrived, cooking has been nothing but a chore. It takes time to prep, cook the food, and then clean up. Often by the time I’ve managed to do all of that he wakes up or fusses, so my food ends up cold. Honestly sometimes I just skip eating. Definitely not a good idea.

Now that Bash can eat solid foods with some texture, I’ve started to use the crockpot again to make dinner. It’s amazing!

  1. It’s super quick and easy! Just toss everything into the pot and turn it on. Precut and washed veggies make things even easier!
  2. I can fit a lot of food in there for 3 people, so I have enough food for a couple of lunches and dinners. Although it can be a bit sickening to eat the same thing over and over for the next couple of days, the alternative for me is munching on snacks or not eating at all…so I’m not complaining.
  3. The baby can eat exactly what we are eating and HE KNOWS IT! I’m not sure if the flavors are more familiar to him because he gets hints of it through breast milk anyway or if he just likes feeling a part of things. Regardless, he always eats more home cooked food and it makes me want to keep cooking!

The crockpot was helpful during pregnancy when I was feeling tired and wanted to make some freezer meals for after the baby arrived. It’s honestly an even bigger lifesaver now! The recipes are simple and healthy yet very tasty! I can’t wait until Bash is a bit older so he can help me add ingredients to the pot. I hope he grows to love cooking so he can quickly take over that task for me!

Our newest gadget: The diaper sprayer!

The first question I get asked when cloth diapering is, “How do you clean the poop off?!” Frankly, it was the first question I used to ask cloth diapering families also. A diaper sprayer is basically a hose that you can hook up to your toilet to help spray the poop off of cloth diapers when your baby starts eating solid food. Although breast milk poop may seem like a mustardy, cottage cheesy mess, it’s actually super easy to clean because it is water soluble. Once you introduce solids it becomes a stinky, peanut buttery explosion that will clog up your washing machine or drains. Therefore you should start spraying the poop into the toilet.

20160528_164945I’ve wanted a diaper sprayer since Bash was born, but Tommy always said no. I attempted to use our shower head but had zero success. Only when Tommy had to clean off Bash’s poops did he order me a sprayer. OMG THIS SPRAYER IS AMAZING!!! I was a bit worried that the pressure on the sprayer wouldn’t be powerful enough to get rid of the peanut butter poops. This thing obliterates it! I was extremely happy, not only with the results but with Tommy as well…he is so impressed by this gadget that he actually wants to clean off the poopy diapers!20160528_164941

The one downside at first was the back splash. Because the sprayer is so powerful, it tends to cover you in poopy water. I don’t want to just transfer the poop from the diapers to my clothes. A spray pal was out of our budget after buying the sprayer, so we made our own out of a small trashcan and a binder clip. Tommy drilled some large holes in the bottom of the can so the water could flow out as we sprayed the diaper over the toilet. It works pretty well and solves the back splash issue.

Before my son I thought I would want to wear gloves to change his poopy diapers. I mean, I did that every time at work as a toddler teacher. Now I’m entertained as I blast the poop away with the diaper sprayer. It’s kind of sad, but becoming a parent will do that to you I guess.



Our overbooked day

On Saturday we had plans for my family to come over for dinner. That was it. Since Tommy was home I wanted to go out somewhere with him and the baby. Somewhere I usually wouldn’t go without another adult’s help.

Well, we decided to just go to the park and then to Costco. When we arrived at the park, one of Tommy’s friends invited us to the beach later that afternoon. Tommy quickly replied yes. It was a chance for him to see his friends, I would get to go on a nice car ride, and it would be the baby’s first time at the beach.


Now suddenly every minute of our day was filled with activities. Park, Costco, beach, family dinner.

After Costco, we went home to unload the groceries and prep for the beach. We were supposed to leave at 1 in order to meet up with Tommy’s friends around 2. Well, we didn’t leave our apartment until 2. And of course there was epic traffic along the way. About 10 minutes into the trip we were both pretty upset. No one likes traffic, especially Tommy, and I hate being late. The baby was awake and “singing” at the top of his lungs. I’m really glad I brought the spare bottle of pumped milk with me!


When arrived at the beach at 3, we couldn’t find street parking so we ended up paying $14 to park in the lot. In order to get back home in time we would need to leave by 5PM. Basically we would be driving the same amount of time in traffic as spent at the beach. Tommy was fuming. I was too. But the baby had fallen asleep and we were about to see other people who were probably having a good time and wouldn’t want to be brought down. I said something along the lines of, “We’re here. We’re all safe. It’s done. Let’s just try to enjoy ourselves.”

And we did 🙂

IMG_20160604_203946On the way home we encountered even more traffic, but because we were in good spirits the time seemed to fly by. Bash slept the entire way home. We saw a firetruck and I said I thought being the rear driver would be a cool job. Tommy was amazed that there were 2 drivers! I guess you are never too old to learn something new! We reached home just in time for dinner and the baby was all smiles when my family came over.


It turned out to be a great day.

Tommy’s paternity leave

Just go back to work already!

So we are really lucky that Tommy gets a great deal of time off for paternity leave.

However, every time Tommy is off we are usually fighting the first couple of days.

Why? Well because with Tommy it’s like having another child. A messier, whiny-er, and less cute child.

For example, this round of paternity leave, on the first day, Tommy criticized how I was cleaning our cloth diapers. (Because Bash is starting solid foods his poop consistency has changed, so I have to clean his diapers a bit differently now). After the diaper laundry, Tommy complained that he was tired. WTF. Then, he wanted lunch. But he needed something with meat. Not to mention he leaves his socks and dirty cups in random places. Good grief.

So we got into a fight. I was definitely more crabby, and Tommy of course got extra mad because I was a crab. It’s a change in both of our routines, so we need to adjust. We discussed the matter and decided that I would give Tommy specific tasks to be responsible for during his leave. As long as the outcome was good, I wouldn’t harass him on how he accomplished it, and vice versa. Since then everything has been going smoother.

Messy eating


Since Bash has started on solids (Gah, I’m not ready!) I’ve tried to let him be as involved as possible with mealtime. I encourage him to help hold his spoon and bring it to his mouth. This often leads to a huge gooey mess. I hate messes because I have to clean them up, but I think it’s important that Bash be allowed to practice feeding himself and to explore the texture of his food.

My family, Tommy’s family, and most surprisingly Tommy himself, are not fans.

One night Bash finished his solids and was getting grumpy. I asked Tommy to take the baby out of his chair and give him some floor time. Tommy then said, “But he’s dirty!”



In my head I got so mad. No shit he’s dirty. Wash him off. Duh! Kids get dirty. It’s just a fact.

I talked to Tommy about it later and he explained that he has an issue with touching messy food. Suddenly things started to make sense. No wonder he sometimes uses a fork and knife to eat a burger or some pizza.

I definitely have a bit of an ick issue with messy foods, but my love of food outweighs that. Tommy’s doesn’t apparently.

Now more than ever I want to let the baby touch his food. I don’t want him to grow up feeling icky around hot wings, and I hope I can slowly get Tommy to overcome his squeamishness as well. I love hot wings, and they are even better when shared with other people!

Sebastian bit me

Earlier this week Bash seemed different…less smiley and definitely too quiet. Something was up with him. Then yesterday, he would have random crying outbursts, and I realized he was having bad teething pain. When I looked in his mouth I could see a tooth about to poke out!!! Tommy didn’t believe me of course. (Not sure what it is with the guy never believing the girl. It happens in paranormal movies all of the time. The guy is skeptical and he ends up dying first.)

20160510_101721I gave Bash extra cuddles that day and as many teethers as I could find. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly actually, he seems to favor the cheapest ones we own. It’s a set of 3 teethers with water inside that can be made cold in the fridge. They are the Bright Starts brand. We found ours at Target but they also have them on Amazon and all of the big chain stores I’m sure. The only downside is that I often forget to bring them with me when we are out, so wearing a teething necklace has been a big help. Then Bash can chew the necklace as I carry him rather than my shirt or the straps of his carrier.

This morning, Bash was much happier when he woke up, though still a bit quiet. After story time at the library I started to feed him when the little douche bit me! I’m sure many of you are familiar with the “Charlie bit me” clip on YouTube ( It literally happened like that. Too bad it was my boob and not my finger. And for the record, new baby teeth are razor sharp. Sharper than adult teeth which have been dulled by all of the delicious food we eat. I removed Bash from the boob and said, “No! Biting hurts Mommy.” We then went to get some groceries. He seemed calm but alert and a bit playful. I caught him watching me on multiple occasions, and honestly I saw a new look on his face. It seemed as if he finally understood something. Bash is almost 6 months so maybe some new things are clicking in his brain from a growth spurt. Anyway, we had a good time bonding and shopping for snacks for Mommy.

When we got home I reoffered the feeding and there was no biting! At this point either the teething pain had gone or Bash was hungry enough to just suck and not mess around. In any case, he drank his fill and then fell asleep for a long nap. I even caught a bit of a snooze as well!

How my husband saved my first Mother’s Day


I love holidays. I always have. Probably because gifts are often involved and lots of good food that I normally would not get to eat. I build things up so much in my head that I usually get upset when things don’t go my way.

My first Mother’s Day was sure to be a disappointment. I wanted an awesome gift from my “son,” a magazine worthy picture of him and I, breakfast in bed, the apartment to be magically spotless, a massage, sleep, and to look the way I did before I had a baby. In all honesty, I had the opportunity to have each and every one of those things except for looking the way I did before the baby (that would take too much work and I don’t care enough to put in the money or effort). Tommy was willing to make it all possible, and yet I was a crab. I’m not sure why. Part of it must be hormones, another part is my unfortunate perfectionist personality. I also think I wanted Tommy to just know that I wanted these things. But instead my morning was ruined because he asked me what I wanted. I know it makes no sense. I guess sometimes I just want to be surprised, and if people ask what I want then a) it’s not a surprise and b) I feel guilty for accepting anything.

Some of the things that went “wrong”:

  • I had Tommy help me stamp the baby’s foot onto paper to make flowers for his two grannies. And I made a spare one for me. Well one of them didn’t come out so well so I took that one. It looked pretty sad so I didn’t bother to decorate it the way I did for my Mom. No present for me.
  • I didn’t get surprised with breakfast in bed or flowers. I didn’t even get to sleep in until 7 am.
  • My day was filled with chores: diaper laundry, regular laundry, mopping and vacuuming
  • My family was extremely last minute about deciding where and when we would eat for dinner.

Some of the things that went right:

  • While I was in the shower, Tommy kept saying he “enhanced” my set of baby footprints. It sounded worrisome, but when I looked he wrote a very sweet note and added stems and grass. It became my favorite picture out of the three!20160509_093836
  •  Tommy did ask me if I wanted special food for breakfast and offered to let me sleep while he watched the baby. I was too mad because he asked so I said “no.” My fault, not his.
  • Tommy helped me do the chores and the place ended up spotless. He hung the diapers properly (in a way that preserves the elastics…Sounds crazy but if you are a cloth diaper lover I’m sure you understand), took over the vacuuming, and even cleaned the bathroom. All without complaining.
  • He was a sport about hanging out with my family, and he even stayed up late playing games with my sister and I, which made things way more fun.

I learned two things from yesterday. First, I need to stop being such an ungrateful brat. Nothing was wrong about yesterday except for me. My Mom was happy, my family was having a great time playing with the baby, and my son was showering us all with smiles. Second, I have an awesome husband who somehow manages to put up with my crap.

Tommy, thank you for dealing with my crazy mood swings and for making me feel special on my first Mother’s Day and every day. I love you!


I (almost) miss being pregnant

I have a friend who is 36 weeks along. She started experiencing nausea again and asked if it was a sign of impending labor.

I told her that it could be her body starting to get rid of any excess waste before the baby comes, or she could have just eaten something funny. So many things can make a pregnant woman throw up. What I didn’t tell her was that her question made me…jealous?

Not sure if jealous is the right word. But I actually miss being that pregnant. It seemed as if the entire world new and cared about me. Strangers wanted to share in my joy. The anticipation was annoying at times, but mostly exciting.

As soon as my son was born, the attention immediately shifted from me to him. Granted, that’s how things should be, but it was (and still is) hard to accept sometimes. I carried and pushed this kid out, yet I am expected to care for him 24/7 and recover at the same time while everyone else just gives me unwanted advice and gets to do the fun things with him.

I miss not knowing how he would look or what his personality would be like.

I miss still having the freedom to go out without worrying if I left enough pumped milk at home.

That being said, I also remember wishing that it would be the day after I gave birth. Labor would be over and I would finally get to hold my baby in my arms.


It’s been 5 months, and although my son is an attention hog, my husband’s side of the family often comments on his big eyes, which the baby gets from me. So in a way, I still get attention right?

I honestly don’t quite know how the baby will look or act as he is constantly packing on the pounds and revealing new aspects of his personality. Every week it’s like being with a new kid.

While I still worry about the pumped milk, I’m also getting sad as the 6 month mark gets closer. We will be starting him on solids then. Although breast milk will still be the majority of his diet, in a month it will slowly decrease. We struggled with breastfeeding the first month, and now that we are able to do it I think I get just as much comfort and joy from it as the baby does.

I guess this means I want to have another baby, though maybe I should wait until I’ve gotten one full night of sleep first!

My “office”

So my sister decided to send me a picture from her new job…


Man I got so mad. At first I was going to reply, “Oh shut up.” Then, I decided to take a picture of my own…

My office. I win! 😉

Although I am currently wearing old pjs (the oversized, unattractive kind that are only comfy because they are worn to the point of developing holes) , smelly because I haven’t showered, eating a leftover sandwich at 10 am for “lunch” since I won’t have time to later, and writing this post to do something remotely adult with myself, I am, as my husband pointed out in the group text “living the life.”

I have a happy and healthy baby sleeping next to me. When he wakes up soon and interrupts whatever activity I just barely started, I know he will give me the biggest smile. That makes the sleep deprivation, backaches, messy apartment, and smelly coffee breath totally worth it. Every single time.

I got the smile!