100 Days/4 Months

Today is Ryan's 4 month birthday!!! Wow, I can't believe how quickly time is flying. It seems like just yesterday he was transitioning into his 3 month gear--things that seemed like he was SO far away from using/wearing. And now he's totally busted out of his 3 month one-sies and rocking the 6 month clothes like a boss. Although, not completely. He's not an overweight baby (actually, my appointment is Friday, so I'll know if I'm telling the truth. Maybe he is). Everyone that sees him tells me, "Wow, he's only 4 months? He's so big!" And it was the same thing when he was three months. Well, he didn't outgrow is 3 month clothes until he was 3 1/2 months, so he can't be THAT big, right? It's not like I'm already putting him into 9 month stuff. People are just rude. He's curvy and beautiful! (But for people that know him and say, "He's huge" compared to the last time they saw him, now that's a different story.)

My 4 month old baby! Rocking in the new year :)

 Today also marks the 100 day mark when G left for his deployment. I mean, 100 days doesn't mean much, it's just a number, but it's a big number. Triple digits. So I'm celebrating it. And, things are looking up that he may be home this spring. We are totally going to cheat this deployment!

Things have been so insanely, crazily chaotic. I may as well have fallen off the face of the earth. I had 5 dogs in mi casa for about a week and a half. Denali and Cato fought, a lot, whenever I'd come home. I think maybe Denali got stressed out being in a cage in a room of other caged dogs. Ever since the two guests left, he hasn't been nearly as mad at me for leaving and he and Cato haven't had a single fight what-so-ever. SO WEIRD. I wish I knew what was going on in their little heads. He's lucky, his balls get to stay in tact for a little longer. At least til G comes home to help me.

With that being said, my house is a giant ball of fur. My goal over the next few days is to de-shed the house, shampoo the carpets, and get my house smelling back to non-dog as much as I can. I started on the nursery (all 7 of us crammed in there pretty well and often) and it looks amazing right now. Now I only have about 6 other rooms to get to. Joy. I'm trying to spend my extra minutes organizing and cleaning. It's only Tuesday and it seems like a long week already. I have so much other stuff going on outside of cleaning as well.

Arctic tough, to be exact

Yesterday, I had the WORST experience with a child care. It was our first time at this specific place, and they take reservations weeks in advance and usually have openings for hourly care. Even though it's a bit of a drive further than the ones by my house, I liked that I always and a plan for Ry on Monday mornings when I teach Zumba. They were on winter break for the month, so yesterday was their first open day back, which is why we hadn't tried them before. I go to pick him up and the girl tells me, "I fed him some green beans but he didn't really want to eat them."

Um.......... I thought I misheard.

"You fed him what?"

"Green beans. He didn't really eat them, he kind of spit them out. Does he usually eat green beans?"

"No, he drinks milk. I left a bottle."

I was in so much shock. My mind seriously couldn't comprehend why someone would feed a four month old ANYTHING that I didn't bring. He's too young to be eating stuff!! And if he were to start solids, it would not be pieces of vegetables that he can choke on. I was soo incredibly upset. Lucky for them, I was extremely crunched on time (I had to somehow get groceries and see our lawyer within 40 minutes) that I ran out of there and frantically FB chatted the husband telling him what happened. NEVER EVER EVER going back there again and I'm going to file a complaint online as soon as this blog is finished. I am in such disbelief. Luckily, I have him booked next Monday at our usual spot. I'm so upset.

Okay, I don't want to think about that incident anymore, change of topic. Ryan's getting to a point where he'll sit and read with me and try to touch the pictures. We did a "feel me" book where you touch the "animals' skin" and he liked it. He's such a sweet, content, happy baby (for the most part) and I have a feeling he'll be moving before I know it. He sometimes rolls over, when he feels like it I guess, but he is constantly trying to crunch his stomach to sit up, and he kicks his legs during tummy time so I sometimes find him facing the complete opposite direction I left him in. Or even somehow scooted off his blanket a bit. He's such a peanut.

Mommy fail of the week: Here's a direct quote I said to my son, "What the fuck is this song? We're going to change this because Mommy's doesn't like the language they're using." (We were listening to a party playlist on Pandora). I stopped and realized the irony.

I think I'm kicking ass at being a mom. I mean, there's a lot of imperfect ways I'm parenting and we aren't quite textbook material yet, but I somehow have been managing all of my dogs and my baby to the point that everyone gets love and attention and is fed and with the right meds. I'm constantly running errands, I taught double Zumba yesterday, I'm managing our finances to get us out of debt, and I haven't completely cracked. I still manage makeup on the days I go out (other than to the gym). And, my baby thinks I'm the coolest person ever, which obviously, I am. Oh, and when Belle's eye decided to just start bleeding on Christmas day, I stayed calm, called multiple vets, and got the situation handled. Never been more scared in my life to find out that it's not abnormal with dry-eye for a capillary to burst. Cool.

Now am I kicking ass at being a friend/sister/daughter? Probably not. I barely talk to anyone anymore, but I've been trying to squeeze in phone calls here and there. And when I do, it makes me feel whole again. I love my friends and talking to them always reminds me why and it reminds me of the person that I am aside from wife and mom.

Now for my typical "I hate that b*tch" comment. Having a baby has gotten me into SUCH good shape. I've been fitting into my pre-pregnancy jeans for about a month now (hate on that..) and I honestly think my legs are in their best shape of their lives right now! I've finally lost that inner thigh chub that drives me nuts. I've got definition. I look like a tall, skinny girl! Maybe it's because I run weekly pushing a stroller through the snow. Or maybe it's the fact that I carry my kettle bell of a son in his carseat everywhere I go. Or maybe it's the extra calorie burn-age from breast feeding? I'm not sure what to accredit it to, but I love where I'm at and proud of my success! Now I just need a beach for this bod. (Let's be real, no matter what size or shape I'm in, I will take a beach.)

Love when he falls asleep like this :)

I'll probably update with all of Ryan's vitals and statistics from his appointment over the weekend if I can. I feel like there's so much I want to write about and then when I get the chance to sit down, everything escapes me. That's all for now loves. Until next time :)