Happy Half Birthday to Ryan!

I can't believe my baby is 6 months old! He's getting to be such a ... person! His personality is really starting to develop and he's learning new things so quickly. Earlier this week, totally out of the blue, he decided that he was ready to roll over from back to belly. I laid him under his activity center and a few minutes later he started fussing. I turned to pick him up and found him on his belly! He was annoyed that he'd bumped into the side of the center. I turned him back over and he did it again! But in true Ryan fashion, as soon as I picked up the camera to get video documentation, he refused to do it again. Little rascal.

The cute butt can sit for pretty long stretches without any support. I put pillows all around him anyway though; he sometimes throws back his head and unbalances himself and he ends up falling over. He can pick up most of his toys and bends himself in half to reach the ones that are a little too far away. He shows more interest in the dogs, too. He doesn't touch them, but he watches everything they do. I'm sure the tail pulling will start any time!

He has outgrown almost all of his 3-6 month clothes and is now in 6-9 month stuff. Man, I wish I could open the box to a new wardrobe every three months! Pardon me while I daydream about that for a moment... We will have to go out and buy new sleepers. Somehow, we have zero 6-9 month footy pajamas.

Our adventures with solids have all been positive. He likes pretty much everything we've given him. He's had oatmeal, green peas, sweet potatoes, carrots, pears, bananas, and apples. He doesn't much care to be spoon fed rice cereal but is fine with it if it's in his bottle. I'm also still breastfeeding, though it seems my supply is once again less than adequate. I can't keep up with his growth spurts. But hey, some is better than none, right?

We take him in for his six month appointment on Friday. I am not looking forward to it. He'll be getting the regular flu shot AND the swine flu shot along with all the other regular vaccinations. I hate it when they poke him. I AM excited to find out his stats, he's really getting heavy and I think the time for a new car seat is fast approaching; our current one has a 20 pound weight limit! He also sits at the table with us whenever we go out to eat, no more chilling in the car seat, my big boy uses a high chair! We have to stuff blankets around him to make sure he doesn't knock his head, but he'll happily play with his toys at the table and let us enjoy our dinner.

Check out my little man holding his own bottle!

In non-baby related news: I got my RIF (reduction in force) letter from work yesterday morning. My official last day is February 11, 2010. And I C.A.N.N.O.T wait!

Not only will I be fulfilling my dream of staying home with my baby, but once I'm free of my little cube shaped prison filled with stacks of paper, I'll be able to focus more time on my business (if I didn't have 9 years worth of severance pay coming my way, I'd have quit already, I hate walking into that building). So many exciting things are happening right now and they made some pretty awesome announcements last weekend about what is coming in the near future; it makes me giddy to think about. I feel so blessed and privileged to be involved with this company! I'm also looking into joining a Mommy and Me group in our community. I'm going to have to work very hard at not becoming a slob once I'm home with Ryan. It's too easy for me to not get out of bed till 10:30 and then not get dressed until right before MyLovf comes home from work at 6 o'clock! I have big plans to start working out again, too. I still have 10 pounds of baby weight to lose, and (if I get really ambitious) 15 more on top of that to get back down to my wedding day weight. MyLovf purchased the P90X program for himself and had almost immediate results. It looks like something that I would like. We'll see how it goes.

So here's what happened

I know my last entry sounded pretty bleak, and then I disappeared for the weekend, but I promise I'm ok. I had a training conference in Anaheim for my business and didn't really have time to update.

So here's what happened: I was sick as a dog for two days and had to stay home from work. And because M couldn't take Ryan to daycare, I had to care for him while sick. Not the most ideal "get healthy" scenario. He couldn't take any days off to stay home and take care of me. He also couldn't leave even a teensy bit earlier than usual so he could come home and help me out. In fact, the second day, he left at 6 o'clock, an hour later than usual. Upon returning home, he spent an hour in the bathroom (with his IPod, which leads me to believe he wasn't actually "busy"), and when he finally decided to grace us with his presence (not take the baby, but plop his butt in the recliner), I was hit with "Why are you still in your pajamas?" "Why didn't you do the dishes?" "How come you didn't start dinner?"

::deep breath::

Let me paint a picture. I had a monster headache, my body ached all over, I had the chills so bad my teeth were chattering, and I was completely congested. All I wanted to do was sleep, but with Ryan home, I was only able to sleep when he slept, which amounted to about two hours a day. So for him to come home and say all that and do all that... well, it pissed me right off. In his mind, I was home all day, so I should've been able to take care of all those things. Which on any other day, I would understand, but I was freakin' sick!! I could barely get up to change Ryan's diaper, I was not about to go wash dishes! We went back and forth for a good half hour, and he still didn't get it. Why is this concept so hard for him to grasp? I swear, when he's sick, it's like the end of the world. He stays in bed moaning and I have to take care of every stupid thing for him.

When Ryan refused to sleep that night, it was like fire icing on my Hell cake. M has a low threshold for frustration, so we had yet another yelling match; very conducive to getting a baby to sleep, no?

We never fought pre-baby the way we fight now. Does it really take a whole year for a marriage to rebound after the birth of a child? Anyway, we talked again the next day about everything I was feeling. I doubt it sank in this time, but at least I know he's aware of where my head is.

So, I'm feeling better now, but that could just be the passing of time; not necessarily because our situation has improved. I'm not really sure what to do at this point. Do I keep talking, or do I accept that this is just the way things are going to be for a while?

Everything sucks

You know how they say to write everything down on paper so that you can get shit off your chest and start feeling better??

I've written three pages. In 10pt type. Single spaced. With .25 margins.

I'm not done.

I could really use some hugs today. And kleenex.

Hats! Hats! Hats!

I hope everyone had an awesome Thanksgiving! I know I did. We spent the entire weekend at my parents' house and ate like kings for four whole days! When I wasn't eating, I was making these baby hats, which I'll be listing on my new Etsy site very soon... but I thought I'd give my loyal readers a sneak peek and see if anyone is interested in buying one.

They're $8.00 each plus shipping (which is usually a dollar or two).

These will probably fit a 3-6 month old (as I used Ryan's head circumference as my guide), but I also do custom orders, so feel free to contact me! I'll be adding more designs as I make them, so make sure to check back often : )

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