2 Months

I have a 2 month old baby! I cannot believe it. He's HUGE. I swear, there are days when I pick him up in the morning and realize that he's heavier than when I put him to sleep. I am in absolute disbelief. Two months. Wow. That also means I have been renting away my boobies every 2(ish) hours for 60 days. It's really not nearly as bad being a mommy slave to your baby's mouth as I thought. I'm now used to planning my time around his schedule and sucking it up when he's going through a growth spurt and wanting to eat every hour during peak hunger times.

My little 2 month old!!! Getting so large :) 

After three weeks of being back in IL/IN and living out of suitcases and going between families and packing and unpacking and repacking for the day or night, I am happy to say that I am finally home in Alaska. Home sweet home. I got in late Thurs night and picked up the puppies yesterday. My crazy, chaotic, non-stop life style is back. I really miss my husband being here to help out. I was spoiled these past 3 weeks. I think the thing I miss the most is having time to get ready and being able to shower without hearing my baby screaming from his crib. That, and just having extra support.

My little t-rex on Halloween. 

I had to drove G off at the airport on Wednesday. It sucked. Another heartbreaking moment to add to this accumulation. I miss him so much already-and it has nothing to do with the extra help for the baby. At least this time our countdown begins at 8 months instead of 9? I'll take what I can get.

Now that this baby is bigger, he's screaming a lot these days. He fights sleep like none other. I think it's because he's more aware of his surroundings and being awake is a lot more exciting than sleeping.  For me, that means I need to make extra time in my day to give him extra cuddles. Sucks when I'm trying to get something done (it took me two days to unpack and finish 1 load of laundry) but at the same time, I love my little baby boy cuddles. Chores (and make up) can wait; he's only a baby once :)

Being gone for a week is exhausting. Times that by three, and I'm just overwhelmed. Next week, I'm already trying to squeeze in all the appointments I had to cancel while I was gone-including baby Ryan's appointment for shots :/ I feel so sorry for him. I'll have to give him extra love when it's all over. I had a whole laundry list of things to do today (including laundry) and only got about 40% of them done. There's always tomorrow.

One thing I did get done that was on my list was give Ryan a massage with coconut oil. I read about it in the What to Expect book. Cosmo got me through college, now What to Expect is getting me through motherhood. This thing is brilliant. If only it had more half naked men in it. So I did this massage and he loved it! He was so happy and kicky the whole time and the best part? He's passed the eff out right now. Glorious.

The boys trying to lick off the coconut oil from Ry's massage

Earlier, I took him for a run. I signed up for a 5K on Thanksgiving Day and just realized how incredibly close Thanksgiving is, and how incredibly out of shape I am. I ran about 2 miles (went to Red Box and back...and may have picked up a bottle of wine for my stash). There was one of those electronic speedometers on my way back, and as I passed it, it tracked me at 5mph! LOL! I thought that was hilarious, yet also really sad. I usually run at a 6.5 pace. Looks like I'll use these next few weeks getting my run on.

I think I'm too behind on life to make this post more interesting. That, and I'm still on Chicago time which means I wake up at 3:30, eat lunch at 9:30 and dinner at 3:30 to pass out at 6. The fact that the sun is starting to set at 3:30 these days adds to my exhaustion. Good old Alaskan winter. It's Saturday night which means I'm going to use the rest of my night to absorb as many puppy and baby cuddles as possible and email my man before passing out. Hope whoever is reading this is doing something much more interesting! Until next time.