I know enough about me...you want more pictures of your granddaughter/niece/cousin.

Uh, Mom...

You know that polka dots and stripes don't match right?

Just checking.

I'm Naked!!! Sort of.

I'm getting a little tired of the whole pumping ordeal. Primarily, I have grown weary of getting walked in on. Exactly what do I have to do? I go to the most deserted part of the library, I am behind not one, but two locked doors. I have started putting up a post-it asking for privacy. Nothing works!

It's also awkward to have to explain. Not to the staff, but to our multitude of student workers. Saying you'll be back in 15 minutes every few hours, naturally raises some questions. Lest they think I have a crack habit I thought it would be best to just flat out tell a few of them what's going on. They're mature, almost adults right? Wrong. You would not believe the look of disgust and confusion. I kind of wished I'd just told them I had a drug problem.

Hmmm...something's a little different. I can't quite put my finger on it.

Fine! You win!

Um...What?!

So I'm concerned about my milk supply and I was trying to look up some more information on the topic where I discovered this helpful hint for getting your supply back up.

Take a nursing vacation. Take baby to bed with you for 2-3 days, and do nothing but nurse (frequently!) and rest.

Um...What?

Obviously this person doesn't work, have another child, need clean clothes or dishes...the list goes on. No wonder women are plagued by guilt that we aren't doing enough for our children, apparently we shouldn't even be walking around.

Tagged by Summer

1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (if you don’t have a blog, email me)
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

1. Last night when I came home from work starving, Ben made me steak and mashed potatoes which we consumed at roughly 12:30am. He is either the best husband in the world or pure evil.

2. I find myself singing the most bizarre songs to Aidan. This morning it was Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train.

3. I feel pure joy when my US Weekly arrives in the mail on Fridays.

4. Since I was about 13 I have religiously washed my face in the morning and when I go to bed. Since Aidan was born I'm lucky if I remember every few days. Fortunately I wear Bare Escentuals makeup which isn't wreaking havoc on my skin.

5. Speaking of I loooooove Bare Escentuals and will go on about it to anyone who will listen. Usually this means strangers at Sephora.

6. I hate doing dishes more than any other household chore.

7. I signed up for Weight Watchers. I tell you this because now I will know that you know when you see me stuffing my face and maybe the shame will stop me.

8. I love documentaries and biography's. Right now I've been enjoying Ken Burn's The War on PBS. I usually catch up on Tivo at around 2:00am while I'm writing papers for grad school.

I'm tagging Lailah, Aubrie, Jayna (ha), Mandy and Tamika. I don't know who else to tag.

Douglas

This is Douglas, Aidan's favorite toy in the whole world. She loves to lick him and hold him and stick his whole head in her mouth. We named him Douglas because she can't talk and that's the name on the tag. Aidan would like you to excuse her milky tongue, it's one of those places that I forget to clean, along with her ears and neck.

Hair!

Aidan has a lot of hair. Yes, it's true. We hear that about 10 times a day. People stop us at the mall, when we're out to eat, and the nurses line up at the doctor's office. It doesn't bother me she does have a lot of hair for a 3 month old baby. It keeps getting longer too. It won't be controlled. It sticks straight up and is growing into a bit of a mullet in the back. If it does fall out some day I will be a bit sad. Usually I love it, except when she throws up, it ALWAYS soaks her hair. After I'd washed her hair after a pukey episode I decided to experiment with different hairstyles.

I call this the Paul Revere. All she needs is a 3 cornered hat. That's a little Revolutionary War humor for you.

First attempt at pigtails. A little shakey.

Yeah I think the high pigtails win.

Hanging out with Aunta

Aidan gets ready to go jogging. Her Aunta is keeping Baby Gap in business.

Reunited and it feels so good

Family Kiss

This week has been hard. All of the sudden I'm finding it really hard to be away from Aidan. I think at first I was just so relieved to be out of the house that it delayed the hurt of not being with her 24-7. Now I'm getting teary eyed every 5 minutes.

But I know if I was staying home I would get stir crazy; the grass really is always greener. I know we will get used to our new schedule and we are so truly blessed in a million ways. Like for instance Aidan laughed A LOT tonight. It's the greatest thing I've ever heard.

The ONLY thing that makes leaving Aidan any easier is the amazing people who are helping to take care of her.

Babysitter Hall of Fame

Aubrey Kingcade
Molly Hamilton
Aubrie Ross
Gramma Cindy

And everyone who's helped out when a wrench gets thrown into our carefully crafted schedule: Aunt Lindsay, Aunt Brenda, Matt and Mandy, and Aunt Anna.

Thank you!!!

Okay, Aidan and I have an US Weekly calling our name.

The problem with pants...

I have forgotten how to take real pants off. I got so used to elastic waistbands that I now expect all of my pants to come off with the one swift motion I've grown accustomed to. This had led to some interesting experiences in the ladies room. My elastic conditioning combined with my lack of sleep has caused me to stand and think "why won't my pants come off?" on more than one occasion. That was a lot of information about my pants.

Mom cut!

Well like Shelby in Steel Magnolias I felt the need to make things as simple as possible. So I had Katie do her version of the mom cut. Which of course is better than your average mom cut. I'm not sure why this looks so Myspace profile. Aidan has been staring at me like she's trying to make sure I'm the same person. Maybe now the next time you see me my hair won't be wet and frizzy. I make no promises.

Bumbo!!

I went to my first Pass it On sale on Friday and snagged the last Bumbo. It is so funny to watch this little tiny baby sitting up and looking at you like a big girl. She seems to really enjoy this new point of view.

Oh Britney...

Aidan and I were watching Britney's "comeback" last night and we had a long talk about how important it is to listen to your mother and also to not date back up dancers.

I actually felt kind of bad for her. This country loves to raise you up and LOVES to watch you fall.

Daddy's Girl

Ben prepares to rock

Aidan is unimpressed

Ben and Aidan have been spending a lot of quality time together now that I have a crazy working/class schedule. Wednesday night Aidan got to go to her first Fantasy Football league draft. She then proceeded to throw up all over her father. She did NOT want Peyton Manning. She thinks Tom Brady is cuter.

AHHHHHHH!

Swinging

Summer of Weddings

Jayna's Wedding

Lailah's Wedding

Aunt Lindsay's Wedding

Angel Eyes

And I thought Grad School was hard last year...

Aidan has informed me in no uncertain terms that she truly does not care when I have a paper due for grad school. She will cry when she wants to. I am getting very adept at typing and nursing at the same time. In fact, it's pretty amazing what I can do while nursing. I know that the nursing Nazis would tell me that you should do nothing but worship at the altar of the wonder that is breastfeeding but something tells me they weren't going to school and working full time.

This shirt is not funny.

Aidan can be a little serious sometimes.

Dear God, please don't let my baby be emo...

So I was telling Aidan what kind of music she was allowed to listen to the other day (U2 good, Nickleback bad) and it crossed my mind that I won't always be able to control what she decides to think is "music." The kiddie music stage won't bother me, she can listen to all the Hannah Montana she wants (is that what they listen to? I'm not sure). It's when she gets to be 15 and starts talking about this awesome band called Daughtry (or whatever its equivalent will be then) that's going to make me weep (and roll my eyes).

Mommm, you don't understand Panic at the Disco is AWESOME!

Never trust a boy who wears eyeliner Aidan. Except for Billie Joe.