New year, new hobbies, new distractions!


Just before Christmas, I started on a new adventure….crocheting! 
For anyone who belongs to the cult of crocheting, you know how much fun I have been having learning all I can, and creating new things. 
It was a little tricky at first, due to the fact that I am a lefty.  I finally found a few tutorials on YouTube, and am now working on a few projects! 
I started out with dishcloths, once I could create a straight square (my first attempt at a square turned out looking like what Princess called “soundswaves, you know the picture of sound you can see on the computer.”), which I ended up giving to family and friends as Christmas gifts!  They loved them!
I have now moved on to hats, which are SO MUCH FUN, and I was just given a pattern for crocheted “spiral-scrubbies.” My interpretation of the use of these things is kind of in replace of steel wool.
Along with my new found hobby, I have gained a few new friends!  A friend of mine added me to a facebook group she belongs to, as well as invited me along to one of her knitting nights with some lovely ladies!  I will definitely be going again next week!  Wee-man will be tagging along this time, because I may be out pretty late.
Now, with joining this wonderful group on facebook, and spending time with “the girls,” I have been introduced to one more thing… RAVELRY!!!!!! (This is a *WARNING*… if you have a life, children to tend to, a job, even a goldfish, perhaps clicking on the link is NOT your best choice.  This site is the social networking place to be for knitters and crocheters{is that even a word?} It is like crack…once you’re there, you are sucked into a pattern searching, friend making, project posting vortex of the interweb, never to be heard from again… I finally broke free long enough to write this post, but I’ll be back…we always go back!  I am serious though, this week has been like having a newborn all over again.  I am sleep deprived, haven’t showered in days{ok that’s a lie…}, I can’t find my kitchen counter, and I hope someone has been feeding my children….)
I know there has been some time between this and my last post, but in order to keep my sanity, and love of writing, I just can’t be trying to post everyday right now.
I am heading back to my new addiction, ahem, I mean hobby.  If you don’t hear from me in a week, send a search party, they should find me sitting on my couch, surrounded by yarn, hooks, and a laptop!



MIA/not feelin the bloggy vibe


I guess I should start off by apologising.  I haven’t blogged in more than a few months, and I didn’t even leave a post as to why.  The reason for this is because I, myself do not know why exactly.  I guess I didn’t think anyone really read it anyway.  I guess I just wasn’t feeling all that up to sharing details of my boring, everyday life.  I guess after reading so many different mommy blogs that I enjoy, I just felt I didn’t have that much to contribute to make it worth your time to read.  I guess…. I was just feeling crummy about my abilities…about myself.

This happens when you battle depression everyday of your life.  I do believe it is just that.  A battle.  I love a fellow blogger’s explanation. At Raising My Boychick,

Spoon theory, to summarize, states that we have a limited number of units of energy, coping ability, what-have-you (measured in spoons, of course), and everything we do takes some number of units. Nondisabled people have if not an infinite number then a plentiful supply; and what’s more, they are (more or less by definition) easily replenished. People with various disabilities (mobility, energy, psychiatric, mood/emotional, and so on) might have a smaller number, need to spend more going about daily life, have difficulties getting them back, or have more dire consequences should they run out.

Anyway, enough about all that.  What I really wanted to let you all know, is that I have decided to try this blogging thing again.  I have a lot I feel that I could share with fellow moms, and even if it’s not worth reading to everyone, maybe one person might enjoy what I have to say.  For that one person, I am going to try again!  I have had some support (not forgetting any of you) and I thank you.  Thank you for believing in me, when I didn’t believe in myself or my abilities.  Please bear with me while I try to get back into the swing of things.  I don’t think I’m going to pressure myself to have a blogging “schedule.”  I think I will just blog whenever something comes to mind.  That being said, I am going to crawl into bed with my co-sleeping wee-man (whom is now 10 months old!!!!) and call it a night.  I’ll be back soon however…especially if someone decides that 4am is still a good time to get up and play for 2-3 hours.


Nursing on the Outside

This post was written for the World Breastfeeding Week, “Perspectives: Breastfeeding from Every Angle.” blog carnival,  hosted by The Leaky B@@bVisit the Leaky B@@b for more perspectives on breastfeeding!

Wee-man will not nurse while we are out.  Well, that is not entirely true, but it is definitely easier for him to be in the comfort of our own home.  He has almost reached the 6 month mark.  I am learning that this can be a very distracting time for a nursling.  What with everything that is going on around us, who has time to stop and eat?

Wee-man is the type of babe that likes things calm and quite during mealtime.  This is only because if it isn’t, he cannot focus long enough to get his fill.  He will nurse for a few minutes, then *POP* off he goes, wanting to look around at what made that sudden noise, or *POP* what was that flash of light?  Most would see this as no big deal.  “Okay, so he’s finished.  You got away with a short nursing session.”  This, however, is NOT the case.  With every *POP* comes a few minutes of calm, but then Wee-man remembers why he was nursing in the first place…he was HUNGRY!!!  Then begins the crying once again.  This vicious circle could continue from about 10 minutes to a WHOPPING 45 minutes!

Don’t get me wrong, I love the time we spend nursing.  It’s a wonderful bonding experience and  I love every minute of it.  What most don’t realise is this *POP* is not just a gentle letting go of my nipple, no.  It is just as it sounds, a tug of my nipple and *POP* is the sound that is made when Wee-man finally pulls away far enough to unlatch, sometimes quite painfully. Needless to say, some days I end up rather sore, and wishing that I had stayed home all day.

The pain of course vanishes quickly when I look down and see these large brown eyes looking up at me with a huge smile on his face, milk trickling out of the corner of his mouth.  The pain is followed by a purely joyous feeling.  My baby is growing, and curious about his world around him.  It is no longer solely Momma and him.  There are other things going on around him constantly, and he is realising this more and more every day.

So, I could sit at home until Wee-man weans himself, to avoid a little nipple pain, or I could just suck it up (pun intended) and continue to nurse on the outside and enjoy watching my babe learn about the world around him, one *POP* at a time.

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