Monthly Archives: February 2015

Ten Months

2.0 is talking, moving, sleeping, and playing more and more like a toddler and less like a baby every day. I’m thrilled. He says “mama”, ” dada”, “yaya” (whatever that is), and “baba”. For the most part he’s in 18 months clothing, with a little lag in the leg length department. Mini Gwinn was the same way and now it seems like he’s all leg, so who knows.

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Yesterday he had blood drawn for allergy testing and took it like the champ he is. We are armed with Epipens and waiting to hear back from the allergist. In the mean time I’m only feeding him the handful of foods we know he doesn’t have a reaction to. I’m pretty tired of giving him bananas, apples, raisins, zucchini, blueberries and acorn squash, so he must be bored out of his mind with the limited choices.

He still nurses five-ish times a day. I had mastitis last week and it made things a bit rocky in that department, but we are on the tail end of it all and back to normal.

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I’m aware of the increasingly monotonous tone of this blog, but I’m just too tired to do anything about it. “Health, health, growth, mundane activities, emoting.” Maybe after I find out what’s going on with my health, and once mini Gwinn starts preschool, I’ll be back on track. Until then, welcome to snoresville.

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The good news is the boys are cute and can distract from the text portion of this blog.

I hope you all are well and looking for the light at the end of the winter tunnel.

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Valentine’s DIY Gift

Something happened to this post earlier today, sorry!

I’ll keep it short because I have three loads of laundry to fold and can barely keep my eyes open at the moment.

Captain Laser Pants is incredibly tough to shop for, even for faux holidays. He’s not a “typical” guy- clothes, beer, sports stuff- none of it captures his interest. His kids, though, do. So I made a photo collage for him to take to work. I snapped a ton of pictures of the boys, the dogs, and myself, wrote a message on the collage frame, and attached a pack of gummy worms. Voila, $15 gift with some serious love behind it. Here are some photo highlights.

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The message on the frame says: when I tell you I love you it is not of habit or to fill a conversation, but to remind you that you are the best thing in my life ever, my greatest adventure, my partner and heart, the reason I believe in soulmates.

Happy VDay, people!


Pinterest Exploded in my House

Making throw pillows.
DIY art decor.
Homemade granola.
Mississippi Mud.
Homemade teething biscuits.
Decorating around the “no headboard'” conundrum.

I think Pinterest exploded in my house. Realistically, DIY is cheaper than buying, but why did I think I have the time to finish any of these projects?

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Our guest room decoration

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Same problem in the master bedroom

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I painted canvas and hot glued my heart out

Anyway.

Mini Gwinn has been singing “Ice Ice Baby”, unbidden, for a few weeks. A few days ago he was washing his hands with Captain Laser Pants, told husband the water was too cold, then proceeded to sing, ” ice ice baby, too cold, too cold”. We may have a mortgage, but we try to insert fun I to adulthood by teaching our boys awesome rap. Next up is the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song.

2.0 is going to a pediatric allergist next week. We already have epipens for him in case of exposure, and I realize this is commonplace now, but my mom nerves are pretty frayed over this. He’s a baby. It’s scary to imagine all the foods he can be exposed to and have another anaphylactic reaction.

I’m seeing a doctor for (potential) hyperthyroidism. And also trying not to freak out about that. With all the symptoms I have, it’s better to be safe than have thyroid cancer. But personally I don’t see the problem with losing 16 pounds in eight weeks. Then again, my perception of this particular issue is skewed.

2.0 is starting to say “Dada” and “yeah yeah”, and some variation of the two. It’s absolutely adorable to hear him join conversations now, even if he does 100% overpower anyone else speaking because of his lack of volume control. His whistling is becoming even more intentional, and really, who doesn’t love a whistling baby?

We are working on a valentine’s gift for CLP that, if it turns out well, I’ll share. It involves tee shirts, pictures, and encouragement for days when we all feel less than best.

What do you do for Valentine’s day?


Week in Review

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