Time flies when you are having fun.
I always have too little to say of too much.
Here lately, so much has been coming at us that I simply cannot write about for multiple reasons. A whole shit ton of good and just a few minor complications.
Privacy issues keep me from completely telling our family's story.
Our family of FIVE'S story.
I have a step-daughter who I will finally get to know.
I have never blogged about this before because the story is not mine, it's Eric's and it has always been such a touchy, painful issue that I just couldn't put into words. But the important thing is that we are getting an opportunity that we didn't think existed. I have a teen-age step daughter (eeek). My children have an older sister who is an absolute joy to be around.
I am not going into any more details.
I may in the future.
We are so very happy and I want to share. I do. I am just so very afraid of my blog. It's funny how something so good for you and therapeutic, can be a weapon if it fell in the wrong hands.
I toy with the idea of starting up another blog. One with nicknames and no pics so that I can just let it all hang out. Ya know?
But then if my blog makes the big time, then how will I ever appear on Dr. Phil without outing my family?
I keed, I keed.
I wouldn't go on Dr. Phil because I am afraid he will pick at my thread and figure out that I am severely screwed up or something. I don't wanna deal with my issues today, Dr. Phil, so just back off ok?
Just know that we are in suck a very awesome place in our family.
E is enjoying summer and taking a vacation about every other week so far. He went to Disney with Dad, Camping with the grandparents, stay cation with us, church camp next week, and the rest is to be determined. And can you believe he said this morning that he was ready for school to start? He is a weirdo that one.
Conner is ALL.MOST ONE.
Next month I will start planning his first birthday.
He is everywhere. All the time.
He eats anything in sight and (most of the time) it is food and not paper, grass, SLUGS or dog/cat food.
He is so close to taking steps that it is scary. He wants to. You can see it in his little face but he gets scared and sits down and crawls where he wants to go.
He is a MAMA'S boy. It is so bad that I think he would be happier if I had a kangaroo pouch for him to ride in. I kinda think this is a boobie thing and as flattered as I am, I am so ready for my boobs to be mine again.
Call me selfish.
I DON'T CARE.
Now he has slowed down quite a bunch this week cause I have been offering bottles to him. He was kinda put out at first but he has learned that he can be mobile with the bottle and as long as I am sitting approximately two feet away he will drink from the bottle and play. If I walk away then all bets are off.
I have loved breast feeding until now. Cried while looking down at his sweet face and feeling contentment that I have never felt before.
Ya know how when you watch a mama dog try to wean their babies and the little puppy just hangs on and she is trying to get away and she looks kinda tired, cranky, OVER IT?
Well, send me hate mail, call me a sucky mom but I am tired of having my nipple stretched two feet because Conner is trying to snack AND play on his stand-up jazz piano thingie.
We are weaning.
I hope everyone is having a great summer.
We are and it is amazing!