Diaper Drama

So I was sitting in front of my computer and I realized that I could totally blog.

Everything has been going alright. I ordered some cloth dipes to try from this online store. I ordered an array of pockets to try. My thought is that I’m going to simplify our stash into one type so that I do not confuse my husband any more than I need to. Just yesterday he put a fitted diaper on Jude sans cover. Pee everywhere. Good thing it holds quite a bit of pee.

The lady that runs the online store also offers store credit for your old diapers. I wrote her with what I have and took some pics and she got back to me promptly saying that I’d receive $98 store credit. Which is great. Until I totaled up what I could get individually for them if selling them myself. I’d get about $271. Big difference. But the thing is finding someone to buy them.

So that’s got me stressed.

And then I’m trying to figure out what type of diaper I’m going to pick. The pockets are so nice and easy, but so pricey. Paying $20+ per diaper is a big deal. There’s a cheaper More >

Banana Berry Soygurt Pops

Okay, so it’s been a while since my last post. I know. I’ve been slacking. But apparently, someone else has been hacking. My site was hacked, which, if you ask me, had to have been the biggest waste of time. What would anyone want with a Z-list blog that no one reads? So bear with my lame-o look for now.

Yesterday, the boys and I made these while Evie hung out in the wrap. They’re super yummy and are dairy and animal product-free. It’s obviously important to me that it be dairy-free (as well as wheat, oat and egg-free) because of Jude’s food allergies. For that reason (or if you’re vegan), you’ll want to be sure you find a soy yogurt that contains non-dairy cultures. Some soy yogurt brands do contain dairy. So beware. Of course, if you haven’t any food allergies and you’re not vegan, you could certainly use regular yogurt.

You’ll need the following:

Popsicle mold (mine makes 6)

1 Cup Blueberries 1/2 Cup Sugar 1/4 Cup water 1 Cup plain Soy Yogurt 1 Banana, sliced

In a small non-stick pan, combine the blueberries, sugar and water. Bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring constantly. Boil for 5 minutes, set aside.

In a blender, More >

Navigating Niagara: Dealing with Forceful Let Down

Caution: I’m talking about my boobs here. If that turns you off, don’t read it, yo. —-

Breastfeeding isn’t easy. It’s not always fun. Sometimes, it downright hurts. These pictures of Madonna and Child that feature mother and her cherub-like, serene offspring happily suckling? That’s just pure fiction…at least for the mother who experiences a forceful, overactive let down reflex.

Which I do.

I can remember nursing Jude for the first little while. My attempt at nursing Adrien had failed and I was determined with a capital D to breastfeed Jude. Everything went great for the first week or so…he latched on directly after birth…and then it started. He would pull off the breast screaming, milk covering his face. He would choke, gag and cough during feedings. He was fighting with my boobs. I mean, seriously. He would claw at them and scream while simultaneously trying to swallow. He was not a happy camper.

I spoke with a lactation consultant, and after some research of my own, I discovered what our problem was: I was having too forceful of letdowns. Instead of a nice trickle of milk coming into his poor little mouth, my boobs were unleashing Niagara Falls. He couldn’t keep up with what my body More >

Birthday Blessings

All three kids are napping. I’m enjoying a diet A&W. And I figured I could take a chance to blog.

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I have the best friends ever. And the best husband ever.

This past month and a half or so, I’ve been in a fog. Not just because I’ve had a new baby: it started before I had her. I wouldn’t call it baby blues or postpartum depression. I’d just say I’ve been down. Probably hormones. Quarter life crisis. I dunno. Anyway, I’ve not been feeling like myself.

This past weekend was my birthday weekend. It fell on Sunday this year. Saturday I put a call in to my Mom for some chit chat and also to see if she wanted to meet me halfway between her house and mine (she lives about two hours away) for lunch. She blew me off. Said she had some work to catch up on that weekend. I got off the phone and cried.

A little while later, my phone rang and it was the apartment’s gate calling so I could allow access to whoever had typed in our apartment number. I buzzed the person in; I thought it was Andi’s Mom dropping by to see Evie and the More >

Happy Birthday, Jude!

Today, Jude turns two years old. Two whole years since he was born. I pretty much remember it like it happened last week. In other ways, it seems like longer than two years. But all in all, I can’t believe he’s already two. I look at pictures from last year’s party, and it’s hard to imagine that was already a whole year ago. Time seems to be going by so fast these days.