4 weeks.

And I am just busy watching this babes eye lashes grow......

I can't believe he is already over 10 pounds.

He is a better sleeper than M was out of the gate.

He is a pretty efficient nurser. I am surprised when one of the ladies is emptied in 8 minutes flat....and they are "e's" if you recall...

He has entered that 4 week fussy period whereby he will cry for no apparent reason other than wanting to be held.......by no one other than me. It makes it challenging at times.

I ventured out with my two boys sort of by myself yesterday. THANK GOD for the Moby wrap is all I have to say b/c there where some tense moments of wondering how I was going to get home when M kept jumping out of the wagon.

And last but not least....dealing with the cradle crap...uhhh I mean cap. Gosh how I hate it when perfect little babies get all these skin afflictions. And I agonize over them.......

Imitation is the sincerest form of flatery

Is that how the saying goes?



Well If that is the case lets give credit where credit is due.

First of all I scrap-lifted a layout from Scrapbooks etc's January 2008 issue by Ali McLaughlin. Hers was 81/2 by 11 and mine is bigger but basically a totally ripoff of her work. Sometimes though I need to do things in a hurry and this took less than an hour.


It is a layout about a trip to a farm that me and the whole fam went to last fall and how it reminded me of our simple life growing up on a farm























Next, Thank you to Lisa (Babies, paper and song) and Stephanie (Just me and my 2 little chicks) for turning me on to that butterfly punch. I may just use it in every layout from now until death.



Also thank you to CK over at Bad mommy moments. I would have never started blogging had I not been so inspired by her blog and I certainly wouldn't have thought to talk about the not so great moments which in hindsight are quite funny. And thank you Sam (sister) for pointing me in her direction.



And last but not least......


Kudos to this person twice in this post......


I thank you from the bottom of my heart ......


My dear sweet sister (My Memory Corner)


For without her I would not have the exact replica of her flu.


The raging fever was something special on it's own but I hope you don't mind me imitating (read: you giving me without so much as asking :) ) a sore throat, headache and achy bones.


Much appreciated.....


And seriously....


I love you!

Busy as a bee.......

Needless to say life with two boys is busy, especially when one is 3 weeks old and the other is two.

There have been many tears shed as I try to find my way on my own. (read: I am stubborn and I need to prove to myself that I can take care of my two by myself regardless of the fact that I have an enormous amount of help.)

M is getting better with the jealousy and we are busy teaching him to be sorry for his actions when he smacks someone(me). He is able to show some empathy and kiss and hug but is also stubborn thanks to his genes and is refusing to say sorry during the appropriate time. He will then randomly spew it out while playing, making me feel guilty and having to tell him he didn't do anything wrong (yet) and remind him when to say it.

J is growing like a weed. Seriously he is already 10.3 pounds and he is only 3 weeks old! He is already smiling, cooing and lifting his neck up. I may have to nickname him tank!

I am recovering, wanting my body back, feeling depressed that none of my clothes fit yet. ( I know it had only been three weeks....doesn't matter I want my clothes to fit NOW!) Today I start a sugar free existence. I gained 10 pounds more than I should have...possibly more :) I'm hoping to be back to normal in three months. Is that realistic? 25 pounds down.....30 more to go...eeek!

And last but not least a Layout as promised about my affinity to Tim Horton's Ice caps and some pictures of my boys.

Enjoy your day!

I worry....

That there will be too
many moments like this...



















And not enough of these ...

All because of him....

I can only hope and pray that the anger that he is obviously feeling towards me will soon fade.

I never want him to feel misplaced.

I tell him I love him as often as I can, But his kisses aren't coming very freely to me right now

I'm having a harder time making him laugh and smile.

I feel like I have failed him in some way.

He doesn't understand why I have a new baby attached to me almost 24/7.

He is starting to hit and get a little possessive and I am struggling to find my way without losing control or becoming angry myself.

No one ever said this job is easy.

Home!

Hospital stay was short.

My memory of J's birth is better than it was with M's.

I have learned that the panic of taking care of a small baby doesn't ever leave you.

I realize that I don't have enough arms.

I wish I could pick up M more.

I hate that I have to wait a little longer to heal then most.

I am happy that I didn't have to push.

and mostly,

I'm in love big time....times three.

I'm blessed.

Goodbye!

See ya later fat swollen feet!

Good riddance ridiculous heart burn!

Ciao stupid sciatic nerve issue!

Bon voyage lower back ache!

Adios to waking up at 2:00 am sharp with a rumbly in my tummy!

Arrivaderci to all 4 pillows that STILL don't make it comfortable to sleep!

Au revoir water retention!

So long having to go to the bathroom 18000 times in a two hour span!

Hasta la vista pelvic pain!

Shalom nausea!

Adeus headaches!

Fare thee well big ole belly!

À bientôt breathlessness and not being able to walk up 2 flights of stairs without feeling winded!

Sayanora excruciating leg cramps that wake me up screaming from bed in the middle of the night!

Peace out peeps!

It was a pleasure (not) knowing you all but it is time for us to have a baby!
And time to say hello to:

Major sleep deprivation.

Hair loss.

Sore boobs.

Carnival clown belly.

But most important,

Hello and welcome to Baby J.

Can't wait to meet you!