Friday Confessional--Order Up!

Glamazon once again is encouraging us to bear our souls...

Some people have a weekly tradition of going out on a date with their husbands or calling their mothers, me, I like to confess strange things once a week to the public at large. Go figure. This week is no exception. Welcome to my world of strange paranoia's! So this week I confess....

--Whenever I go out to a restaurant I have this crazy worry that I am going to come off as a demanding jerk to whoever is our waiter or waitress

--It's b/c I really want them to like me and think "wow, they are the easiest table here tonight!"

--But then I think I try too hard and the few requests I try to make come out sounding all wrong

--my husband on the other hand can ask for all kinds of stuff and come off sounding as cool as a cucumber

--I even try to ask for things followed by "when you get the chance..." and other such accommodating phrases

--But I see it in their eyes--they never like me!

--for instance--last time my family was at Chilis and after I asked for something in that way, Steve said "my! aren't we bossy!"

--the total opposite of the effect I was trying to achieve

--maybe next time I go out to eat I should try what George did on Seinfeld once--he did the opposite of his instincts and everything went his way--

--so I'll just order something, hold the everything, next time and see what happens...

--yeah, I know, they'll probably just spit in my food...sigh...I should just stick to drive-thrus...

Brothers From the Same Mother?

I've been trying to figure out how to write this post in a way that years from now my children won't read it and be mad at me. But, it's something I think about a lot: how different my 2 oldest boys are. Even when I was pregnant with them, I could tell they were opposites. Even while in the womb, I felt like this almost psychic connection with my oldest, like I just know what he's thinking (probably because we are WAY too much alike!), while, with my middle son, I have no idea what makes him tick and felt no "I can read your mind" connection while I was pregnant (that never worried me by the way, I still feel very connected to him, just in a different way from his brother). I had a very tough delivery with my oldest and it did not get easier from there. He had colic and was a difficult baby for the first few months. His saving grace was that he slept through the night at an early age and has always been a good night sleeper (though nowadays the trick is getting him to GO to sleep, but once he is out, he's out). J's labor was sooo much easier than his brother's and the nurse summed up J's personality before he even came out by saying "he's one happy little guy!" J, as a baby, was what I had dreamed babies to be like before I had my first one: content, fun to play with, just able to hang out with the family and go with the flow. He was a good napper but a horrible night sleeper and he had acid reflux (which thankfully went away at 6 months). As the boys have grown older, these differences have only grown and I seriously wonder how these two boys came from the same parents! Everything that was such a struggle with my oldest has been so much easier with his brother (for instance, getting my oldest to say please and thank you--you'd think I was demanding the moon and then all the sudden in the last week J has started to say them without me even asking him to) and everything that came easily to my oldest has been harder for J (my oldest talked very early and very well while J at 2 and a half is getting speech therapy). Oh, they do have their things in common like both are momma's boys and have had their stages of major separation anxiety, but it makes me wonder if my 3rd boy will be somewhere in the middle of his two polar opposite brothers. So far, I see a little of both boys in my youngest. But what are the siblings like in your house? Are there opposites in every family?

Friday Confessional--Let's Get Uncomfortable!

Finally, I got the button back up! Yes, Glamazon I really do love you!

I confess...

After 7 months of nursing I wanted to quit this week

The baby has been pinching the milk jugs

I have not hurt this bad since the first few weeks of nursing (when you expect the pain, ya know?)

And he's been screaming after feedings, so I'm like, are you one dissatisfied little customer or something?

So, I've decided to go down that road called "here's a bottle of formula".

I've been giving him one a day this week, but today I gave him two.

It was bliss

And this from a mother who was so proud of finally being able to not supplement and solely breastfeed on the third try.

How quickly and how far I have fallen!!

But seriously, you don't go pinching the milk jugs that feed you.