3 Months

I have a three month old. He is so big!! He's almost out of his 0-3 month clothes. I can't believe how adorably cute his chubby cheeks and little nose are. He's so grown up now. And he's super independent (for the most part) when it comes to playing. He does so well on his play mat, and I got him a piano in his crib that he loves to kick. He can also just sit in his bumbo contently looking at his hands or listening to music as I do dishes or cook. Since today is his 3 month birthday, that means yesterday was the day he was conceived! Haha! I know, tmi... but I don't care. It seems like that was so long ago. So much has changed in just a year.

My 3 month old baby!

Now that we've hit the three month mark, I need to start realizing that he's more impressionable. Which means things are starting to matter. Good news, we already have a routine to our day for the most part. Not every day is exactly the same, but I have a general ball park of what to expect from him. We wake up anywhere between 5:30 and 7:30, he'll play contently after breakfast while I try to get some chores done around the house or get ready for the day. After about 2 hours of play time, he's ready for his first nap. He'll stay up for a few more hours and then take an afternoon nap. He either takes two small naps or one long nap. Sometimes, he needs another nap about 5. If not, we have dinner, have some play time, I wash his face, read books and listen to music until he falls asleep. If he wakes up at night, it's usually at 11:30 and 3:00. Then we go back to sleep and do it all over again. Wednesday night is bath time and Saturday is run to red box and movie night. And Friday-oh I love Fridays. Friday is glass of wine and pizza night. It's pretty routine which, if you know me, I LOVE and appreciate :)

Even though our days are pretty predictable, I still am super behind on phone calls, emails, chores, and catching up with people. I'm slowly learning to be okay with messes. Especially now that it's the holiday season. It seems like my floor is constantly covered in tape, wrapping paper, scissors, envelopes, peoples' presents, and whatever else I've been working on. I haven't sent the rumba around the house in days because I don't even have patience to move the little things into a pile so they don't get sucked up. I think that's the epitome of lazy!

Speaking of holidays... I am super disappointed with Toys (babies) R Us. When I went to that baby's first Christmas (fail) event, I bought a make-your-own-print ornament kit. I thought the kit would be perfect for us to have an ornament of Ryan's footprint on the tree. I take out the material, and it's basically foam. I roll it out and try to smoosh his foot into the material, and it barely sunk in there. I even re-aligned it to try again, but still, they barely made a print in there. I figured it was fine because at least you could see the print. However, as it dried, it frickin leveled itself out. So it's barely visible now! I basically have a round piece of foam ornament on my tree. Oh well. Don't get that kit if you see it. It sucked.

Ryan is getting such a little personality!!! He's such a little flirt. My favorite is when he's eating and then he stops, looks up at me, gives me this giant grin, then bashfully buries his face in my chest to hide it from me. He's such a little stinker. He's now laughing!!! Not all the time, but he's happy sounds are more giggly than grunts and coos. Apparently when I take his arms out of his outfits, he thinks it's hilarious. Maybe it's because I always have cold hands that graze his sides? Whoops, sorry little guy! That's usually what daddy is for-sticking my cold hands on his warm back.

Love this face so much!!

Last time I wrote, I talked about my dogs fighting and causing me stress. They haven't fought since last weekend. Nothing. No tension. No idea what was going on with that. I'm just so glad I don't have to worry about it. It's still stressful though trying to juggle them. This is terrible. This was my mommy fail of the week: I went to a Zumba class on Wednesday. Before I leave, I let the dogs out, and if I'm only going for an hour or so, I let them roam the house. (If it's longer, they get the kennel.) I let the dogs in, and go to the gym. When I get back, only two greeted me. I left Cato outside that whole time!!!! I'm so awful!!! I'm glad it was in the upper 20s that day and no negative weather, and he was totally fine, but I felt like such an ass!!! I let the other two out and secretly gave him ham to tell him how much I love him and how sorry I was. Hopefully he understood my peace offering.

Belle Belle loves her Ryan

Speaking of ham now....... For Thanksgiving, we had turkey and ham. They left me a ton of leftover food, some of which was two bags full of ham. I don't like ham, so I've been using it to try to fatten Denali up (per doctors orders). It totally worked!! He's still super skinny, but you can no longer use his ribs as a xylophone. My little munchkin. Guess he just needed some extra proteins. This may have been the one thing the vet on base has been right about.

 I've been trying to take advantage of cheap day care at the gym and get some extra me time. It really is much needed. Now, I just need the gym to have a salon so I can get my hair cut, and maybe a martini bar. And male strippers. I bet if you put treadmills in front of some male strippers, this world would be run by skinny b*tches. Happy skinny b*tches.

Anyway, we're now in a phase of teething. Teething sucks for everyone. Not only is my little man in pain, but I'm miserable with a nonstop crying baby. Thank goodness for Tylonol. Takes a little while to kick in, but it works like a charm. He likes sucking on his teething rings, but he's still not a pro at holding them and maneuvering them to his mouth. He also likes when I massage his gums with my finger. Grossest thing ever. Flabby gums with hard spots grosses me out, but he loves it. So either way, I tend to get stuck either holding a ring in his mouth or him sucking on my finger. It's time consuming. I miss a lot of phone calls this way.

If I were to write a book on being a parent, it'd be called, Parenthood: The One-Handed Life. I'm constantly finding myself trying to get things done with just one hand whether it's cooking, playing fetch, typing, pushing a cart, carrying shopping bags, getting dressed, reading, etc. while he's being carried in my other arm. I'm still waiting for the day that I can do a push up with these newly development guns my son is forcing upon me.

You know when you see Victoria's Secret catalogues or maybe even mens magazines (Playboy? idk) where there are hot half naked women with seductive wet hair yet still have on makeup and you wonder, "When do women walk around like this? Who just wears a button up with underwear and socks walking around like that?" I am convinced that all of these seductive women are mothers. I am constantly running around my house half naked, wet hair, makeup on because I never got to finish my shower, mens sweatpants and a bra because that's the closest thing I could put on with one hand while my baby screams. Moms are hot messes. Sign me up, VS I'm ready to be an angel :)

People probably hate me because I'm pretty much back to my regular size. I still have some tummy work to do-I look like I have the freshman 15 again, but I fit into my old skinny jeans and I don't even look like I should have a 3 month old. This weekend, I dug into my shirt pile of things that my belly outgrew. It felt so good putting on one of my running shirts without it being so tight!! It's such a good feeling to have loose material in your core area!

I'm going to have to try to insert pictures one-handed now so I can console my baby who's getting frustrated and yelling at his toys. It's actually pretty funny to watch him get mad at them. Love to all friends and family!