off-kilter
Our little man is off-kilter this weekend, meaning that I am Tired. I dislike being tired.
I have this strange desire to knit, but knitting is difficult with a newborn. ‘spose I could be doing it right this second but well, I’m not.
Tomorrow I’m going to Costco. Exciting times.
We had a couple of friends come for a weekend visit, and that was really fun (for me anyway, pretty low key for them). Sadly the little man was a bit cranky, but it was really nice to see them. They also came bearing gifts, which brought me no end of joy. I enjoy gifts!
yeah, I’ve got nothing right now. Too tired.
Another year goes by…
“I’m going into town to buy your birthday present tonight so you’re on your own with Callum”
“You’re taking the car?”
“yeah”
“You can’t be getting my present then because a canoe won’t fit in the car”
“man, you’re going to be really disappointed”
Happy Birthday Steve-o! Sorry I didn’t buy you a canoe 
Winter is a-coming
The breastfeeding drama continues. I’ll spare you, but I’m still trying as best I can but am very quickly losing steam, as is Steve.
This weekend my friend K had a little shower for me that was good fun! As per usual, we were spoiled like crazy! Lots of gift certificates to Sears which is what I asked for! It’ll be fun to go shopping! I also said that instead of a gift that it would be awesome if people just made (or bought) me convenience food like say soup, or muffins, or quiches, or lasagnas and man, did that idea ever get a negative welcome! I thought it was fantastic, and K actually made me an entire BOX of food that has basically sustained Steve and I for a month, but besides two other friends, everyone else complained and then asked instead if they could buy a gift.
If you’re ever wondering what the best gift is, though, its food. Seriously. Ask any new Mama.
Today Sir Callum is all stuff up and we can’t seem to get the little guy to sleep for more than about 20 minutes. I’ll give him something to eat, he’ll fall asleep so I’ll put him down and 20 minutes later, he’s screaming. I tried steaming up the bathroom and sitting in there to no avail. Poor little babe.
Besides being Callum-focused, I haven’t been up to much else. I get out and about for a little shopping here and there, mostly to doctor or nurse appointments, though. Steve and I went out to a Halloween party that was much fun. He went as the headless horseman with Callum as his pumpkin (freaking CUTE) and I was mother nature. Maybe I’ll post the pics when I develop them! The weather was awesome here up until this past week, and now the rains have descended on us. Its refreshing though, and I’ve enjoyed the gray weather so far and have just holed up inside and cuddled Sir Callum.
oh!
All that updating and I forgot to update with the most non-baby exciting news we’ve got – Steve bought a new (old) truck!
It’s a big monster of a thing, extended cab, turbo-diesel, {fill in appropriate boy happy truck descriptors here}, and it has a lot of tires. More tires than anything I’ve ever driven.
It’s older than our old truck, and Steve bought it before the dealer reconditioned it so when he picked it up their idea of reconditioning was pretty disappointing. Especially since Steve spent two days cleaning our old truck and that baby shined it was so freaking clean. Now he’s spent two days trying to get the new (old) truck clean and says it’ll take at least another weekend, much to my dismay because that means that I don’t get much in the way of breaks from mommyhood. Still, besides the cosemetic disappointment, the truck will serve its purpose well and seems to be mechanically sound so far. And now both Vegas and Sir Callum can come camping and it won’t be a coin toss between the two 
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And in super happy news, we have someone to look after Sir Callum for Steve’s work Christmas party! hee! This is so awesome for me on so many levels, it completely made my week. Quite possibly my month. heh.
Speaking of Sir Callum, he is now officially his birth weight! phew! Of course, I totally cheated* and have been giving him formula after every feed (to which he consumes anywhere from half an ounce to two ounces, totally a sign that my body simply wasn’t giving him what he needed). This doesn’t mean I’m free and clear, though. I’m to start taking medication to help my milk supply, pump after every feed, mix up bottles of formula for every feed, and medicate for the thrush. This is my life. If this medication doesn’t work, my committment to this is done, I’ll just breast feed in the morning and evening and bottle feed the rest of the day (actually, that sounds like a nice idea anyway. hmmmmm….).
*I live in breastfeeding nazi country, and if you ain’t breastfeeding, you’re the devil. If you’re giving your baby formula, you’re the devil. If you let your child cry, you’re the devil. Basically, I’m the devil in disguise I guess. heh.
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