bone tired

I used that expression while talking to Geoff last night. I swear I have never been more tired in my life and feeling all of my 37 years. This morning my period showed up- what a bummer. You would think with nursing it would just hold off, but I read in a magazine that if you ease up on breastfeeding just a little, ovulating can begin again. Yuck. My head is heavy and as I have always felt with my period, I feel like I could sleep for about 2 days straight. This will not do. As soon as nursing is over I am going to need to get on the pill or something to minimize the fatigue. Last night I didn't even try Alex in the crib for a while- I was too wiped, and he is cutting those two front teeth - they are taking their sweet time making their way through the gumline. For the most part he has been a champ. I use these homeopathic teething drops- they were super with Sophie and they seem to work well for Alex too. Oh my little one is getting so close to crawling- he will be seven months old in just a few days and already he is scooting along so well. This morning for the first time he got into an upright sitting position by himself- up from being down on his back. What a star. He will be unstoppable this guy. We are going to need to do so much more baby proofing than we did with Sophie as everything he can get his mitts on goes into his mouth.



Sibling rivalry has begun- another exhausting item. Sophie does not want Alex touching any of her toys or books, even her interesting patterned jammies she was wearing today- "no touching!" "No Alex" and my heart is just breaking. Because I know this drill - this was me exactly as a baby. I was so nervous when my sister was born that I started biting my nails. It is time to get out a reference book or two on promoting brotherly love and how to mitigate the impending fights and struggles to come. Why is it that some siblings can really get along with minimal disruption, and others, like myself and beloved sister and brother- were just a disaster for years? Fighting and door slamming- "she touched me! he started it! get away!" Oh it wears me out just to think about it. My instinct is to just lavish as much attention as possible on Sophie to show her she is so important- which I try to anyway- but maybe I need to do more. Yesterday we went with the mommy and me class to the strawberry patch out in Moorpark - Alex at home with nanny Rachel. In the car on the way home she says "I like special time with you the best." Of course, who wouldn't? It is probably my favorite time of the week too.
The crazy love for my son just continues- I mean, I am so stupid in love with this boy- from his wispy turning blondish hair (which is finally growing in over the bald patch on the back of his head) to his cute little toes. And she sees that, she knows how he has sunk me - that I can't smooch his chubby, smooth baby skin enough- tickle the fold in his thighs and snarfle into his baby to hear that gorgeous chortle that only he can make. And of course I adore her too- more every day, as I tell her. She has 3 days of preschool now under her belt and is enjoying it. Departure in the morning is tough, but apparently it only takes her a couple of minutes to get over it and start getting busy in the sandbox. We did her first homework assignment, putting cut out first letters onto objects. It took two turns at it, but it was fun. On Thursday on the way home from school she came out with - "I love Kathy." her teacher. Back to tired, I am so depleted and at the same time have never in my life been so gorgeously full of love-
my wonderful kids.



The random tidbits:



Alex pulls himself up on my leg and stands. He wants to stand alone - there is no doubt about that.


He is starting to eat small chunks of banana and avocado and managed to get down a wet cheerio yesterday.

Sophie's little moment of potty regression seems to have faded and she is back to normal, but still needs reminding.

I have pretty much stopped lactating on my left side and am just trying to nurse like crazy on the right side.

Last week at gymastics (Le Club in Chatsworth) sophie, without any aplomb, tried the rope swing for the first time and liked it a lot after weeks of rejecting the idea.

My weight is stuck at 169 for over six weeks now.

Sophie saw her new dentist, Dr. Rebecca, and her appt. went well- her teeth look good but we need to start flossing every night. Milk with meals, juice once per day with meals. Keep those 'sugar bugs' from sitting on her teeth all day.

I am really pleased with how things are going with Rachel and both kids look forward to seeing her.


The weather is starting to heat up and I am excited that we will all be swimming soon.


Sophie has two of her own birthday parties coming up. An adult one on the tenth, and her co-party with Amber on the 17th. Trying not to get nervous about the second one.

Alex clothes wise fits best in 12 months creepers and jammies. Long kid.

Geoff and I will be spending our 10th anniversary night in Montecito at the Montecito Inn. We will have dinner at the san ysidro ranch, where we got married, and get to go visit the garden arch afterward where we said our vows. I am flabbergasted that it has been ten years. That means he and I have been together (on and off) for 16 years now. Insane.