As Q takes one of her many naps, MJ and I finally had a chance to return to a semblance of our normal schedule. We have done our flashcards and had our dance party already this morning. I also excitedly realized that I can once again sit comfortably cross-legged.

One of my girlfriends suggested I occasionally use this blog for a “mommy and me” type of thing and there is something that I think may be worth discussing. When I had MJ, we had a difficult time with feeding at first. Whether the issue was with latch, suction, who knows- we were not always successful. By the time we got a hang of it, he was eating a lot and eating well. Because this is the last feeding experience I had, I found myself comparing Q’s eating to MJ’s.

Q and I fell into feeding like old pros, but she was spitting up a lot. It took me a few days to realize that I was grossly overfeeding her as she could not really process the amount of milk her brother was eating at five months old. I have since been adjusting the amount of time she eats for, but now I fear that she is not getting enough as she is a peanut compared to her brother.

On a brighter note, CJ and I figured out what Q’s problem was at night (which way she faced in the bassinet and temperature of the room) and since we have addressed both these, she slept through the night last night! I made CJ get out of bed a few times to check if she was still breathing because she seems awfully small to be sleeping through the night, but I was also grateful for my first full night of sleep since she was born.

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Summer is almost over and even though fall is my favorite season, I will miss taking pictures like this one.

Eating black raspberries in the yard :)

Eating black raspberries in the yard 🙂

With everything that has been going on lately, I feel that I really have been slacking on some things. I have been stressed about finding a new job that will allow me to spend more time at home or work more opposite CJ as we have no one who will watch MJ anymore. Also, come January, we will have another little one and finding a sitter for two will be harder than a sitter for one. I do have my music lessons as supplemental income, but unless I get more students, I do not know what we will do.

We have been working on potty training MJ so we will not have two babies in diapers at the same time. He is doing so well! I am immensely proud of him. He has already made his transition into his big boy bed and after he masters this, he will be unstoppable 🙂

MJ also begins his gymnastics classes this week. This little boy loves to dance and climb things and since CJ will not even consider danced classes, gymnastics it is. To be honest, I am more excited about the gymnastics classes than I ever would have been about dance.

My Day

Rushed. I have been rushed all day. Too busy thinking about what I have to do later instead of what I have to do now.

I work in the village square and if there is no parking out front, I will park my car by the grocery store and walk the short distance to my work. Today, as soon as I closed the car door, I realized an important fact. I had just locked my keys in my car. When I set my bags down just to check, I realized that, to make matters worse, the keys were in the ignition and the car was still running.

A co-worker suggested calling the local police department, but I know CJ has had an issue with other local PDs who will not get keys out of for legal reasons. I tried anyway and there was no answer in the office. I did not bother trying to get a hold of CJ as he works about 45 minutes away. I called the garage that we use and they said, “Sure! But it will cost you $40.” I sure did not have $40 to waste on my stupidity.

While trying to figure out what to do, my co-worker realized that a deputy car was parked outside of the local diner. He told me just to go inside and ask for help; no big deal. Yes, it is a big deal!

I walked in and found them sitting in the back corner. Once I realized it was more than one officer I would be interrupting, I bailed and went back outside. My co-worker called me a chicken and said to get my butt back in there. I did not have $40 and I sure was not happy about the gas I was wasting, so I went back inside.

The officers were eating salads and having a grand time when awkward me walked up to the table with my story of how “I must have left my brain at home today.” They said not a problem, we will be right there.

I went back to work since my co-worker offered to wait by my car while he was on his smoke break. He came back a few minutes later to tell me that as the registered owner, I had to go sign paperwork. I started to panic a bit, because I am not the registered owner, CJ is.

I walked down to find a very frustrated police officer. He had use a wood wedge and what looked like a blood pressure cuff to pry the door open a bit and had a long, hooked wire in my car. He turned when he saw me in the reflection off the car window asking where the automatic lock button was. There is no automatic lock in my car. It is old.

As I stood in the parking lot, I could feel the people staring and the cars driving slowly to try and find out what was going on. He could not get the proper grip or leverage to get the lock itself up, so he tried to get the handle open since we realized that would make the door unlock and open. I was so excited when he got it open that I did not realize he was not done with me. He asked for my license and registration. I did not have my license, it was in my purse by my desk and I had to hope CJ would have put the registration where I would have put it.

I began to dig around in the glove box and pulled out the insurance first. This was not good enough, although I do not know why. It provided the same information. I think at this point – locked keys, interrupting lunch, happy dance in the parking lot, no license, and inability to find the registration – he began to doubt my credibility and my sanity.

I finally found the registration and as he was reaching for it, I pulled it back. “I realize that this says it is expired, but I promise I paid for the renewal last night and that the temporary registration is in my living room. Please do not give me a ticket for expired registration.” I honestly believe he rolled his eyes at me.

The officer looked thoroughly at the registration, upset that it only said CJ on it. I told him that my husband’s name must just be too long to fit on such a small piece of paper. He began writing the information he needed and as he got to the address, he asked if it was current. I said no and he crossed out what he has begun writing with obvious exasperation. I gave him our new address and signed the form. He must have realized that no women would have claimed my last name if it were not true and let me go without further proof.

CJ called shortly after it happened and I told him the whole story ending with the fact that I have no dignity left today. NONE. Jeepers. I still feel like an idiot thinking about it. :/

Night One

We my have closed last Friday, but last night was the first night we slept in the house. Attempting to paint and move by oneself is awful hard.

The woman who lived in the house prior to us must have had a great love affair with the color pink. Four of the rooms in the house were an “awesome” shade of pink. They had to be painted, especially MJ’s room. There is no way CJ was alright with his son sleeping in a pink room 🙂

A large number of people offered to help us this past Sunday, so we ordered a sheet pizza for them all, then no one showed up. Unwilling to have spent all that money for nothing, CJ and I set our Paleo beliefs on hold and ate pizza for three days straight.

CJ had to borrow a dolly from work so we could attempt to move some of the larger furniture oursleves. Very few things are in the place where I want them and only three rooms of the five I wanted painted are finished. Hopefully we will be able to accomplish a lot this weekend as CJ’s parents made the six hour trip to come and help us.

Last night, CJ made our first night special. He surprised me with some sparkling cider, romantic lighting, and “our song.” He danced with me in what will eventually be our dining room. Can you say major “brownie points?” He may like to pretend he is all gruff, but he can pull out some of the sweetest moves of any guy. He is making this whole process much less stessful than it could be and I am so thankful for him.