Oh Hai!

Sometimes so much time goes by between posts that I have a ton of words all jumbled up in my head fighting for publication and then I write nothing because the choosing is oh so difficult. The easiest is an Egg update. One might think that I don't even have a small, smooshy baby with the way I ignore him on my blog. I suppose I don't write about him because at this time my blog is a place to be Sam, not the mommy or the milk factory. A few seconds to myself that don't involve nagging Chicken to do homework or wondering if that horrific fart merely filled Egg's diaper or if it filled the neighboring couch, floor, ceiling, and walls. The kid has talent.

Many, many people have asked if Egg sleeps through the night to the point that I am wondering WTF?!? people! It is not the Holy Grail of parenting, this sleeping through the night shit. Egg continues to do as he has since birth-sleep and eat through the night. Because Egg is either sleeping next to me in my bed or in the co-sleeper, the eating doesn't involve a whole lot of effort on my part. I get him hooked up to the bewbie, I find something to staunch the flow of the other bewbie, he goes NOM NOM NOM, and we pass back out. I change him once in the middle of the night generally, because he doesn't pee very much and doesn't poop at all during the night. WIN!!

I've been scared to write this because of the whole jinx factor...but I am more well rested than I was throughout my whole pregnancy. I do well sleeping in 3-hour spurts, and I try to sleep with Egg during his long day nap, too. There is something about being wrapped around a sweet baby that makes falling asleep easier for me. If Egg continues to nurse every three hours during the night it is fine by me! Sometimes I even get a 4-4.5 hour stretch in and I feel golden. I love sleep. It is awesome.

Egg is smiling like crazy, and loves to play on his activity mat finally. He reaches for and grabs his hanging toys, looking very self-satisfied. I sold my soul to the devil and bought a bumbo seat and guess who loves it? Damn plasticky goodness I loathe thee. On the eighteenth of April we got a new kitten because I hate myself. And because one of TB's co-workers had found Muffin (named by Chicken) in the woods with two of her siblings, a bowl of food and a bowl of water. I fucking hate it when people dump animals. She has had her first vet check-up and is about 2 months old. She also loves the bumbo seat. Chicken is her official Daddy person and he is responsible for taking care of her. With supervision, of course. I had forgotten how adorable kittens can be in all their kitteny glory.
Also, very hard to take pictures of, with all the RUNNING and PLAYING and WHEEEE!!!!

P.S. It took me two days to write this post. ARGH!