Millions of Peaches, Peaches for me!

Well, Peaches for Addison at least! Today was a new food day. Oh how I love new food days. She was absolutely adorable-as always.

I thought maybe everyone would like to share in my daughters adorableness and soak it all up with their morning coffee. What a way to start the day, by looking at this wonderfully beautiful face, right?!




Peaches for breakfast sure are the best!

The Nursing Song

I guess this isn't exactly "blogging" since I'm not technically writing this, but it's too good to pass up! All my breast feeding mommas will appreciate it!


The Nursing Song (for all my fellow breastfeeding mamas!)

(Sing to the tune of Sir Mix a Lot's "Baby Got Back")

I like milk breasts and I cannot lie
you other babies can't deny
that when a mom walks in with an itty bitty waist and
two round things in your face
you get THURSSSSSS-TEE
cuz you notice her bra is stuffed
she's deep in double d's she wearing
im hooked and i can't stop staring
OH MOMMA i wanna get witcha
and drink your juicy pitchers
Enfamil tried to lure me
but only momma's milk makes me WAY healthy!

Ooo boobie's smooth skin
it always makes me grin,
so feed me, feed me,
cause you know it makes me happy
I see 'em bouncin'
With at least six ounces
It's sweet.
This treat!
Sit down mom, pull up a seat!
I'm tired of magazines,
sayin' formula is the thing
Ask the average baby and they'll say, "Snap!
Give it to me straight from the tap!"

So, Mommas (yeah!)
Mommas (yeah!)
can you NIP without any drama?
(HELL YEAH!)
Then nurse 'em, nurse 'em, nurse 'em, nurse 'em,
nurse your precious babes

Momma's got milk!
(Mom's sweet face over big full boobies)
Momma's got milk!
(Mom's sweet face over big full boobies)

I like 'em round and big
I'm like a little baby pig
I just can't help my self,
I'm eatin' like an animal
Bottles can't hold a candle
I wanna get that booju and slurp,
slurp it up slurp slurp
I ain't talking 'bout Playtex
Cause silicone nips are made for chumps
I like 'em real big and juicy
so give me your big bubbles
boobies don't give me trouble
rarely do I get a gas bubble
I'm lookin' at TLC's baby shows
Oh would you look at that...Oh, NO!
You can keep that mooju.
I'll keep on stickin' with booju.
A word to all you new mommas.
It's no trauma
It's not a big drama
I gotta be straight,
your baby can nurse
til the break of dawn
Now you've got it goin' on
Similac won't like this song
Cause they count on you to try it and quit it,
but you know those breasts make milk
It's not wrong. You're strong
Let's get that lactating on

So babies (squee!)
babies (squee!)
Do you wanna have your thirst sated?
Momma undo your bra, whip it out,
you make this baby shout

Momma's got milk!
(Mom's sweet face over big full boobies)
Momma's got milk!
(Mom's sweet face over big full boobies)

Yeah mommas.
When it comes to breastfeeding?
Size ain't got nothin' to do with your ability.
Bs? Cs? Double Ds?
You've got all your baby needs.

So they gave you a "success bag"
complete with a Nestle tag
But don't think that you always need
to get some free swag
Leave that sample up on the shelf
you can make it yourself
You can have some wine and sushi,
Your babe can have your milk!
Some docs wanna play that hard role
and tell you to supplement.
Momma toss it! Leave it!
The trashman can retrieve it!
So the security guard says, "Stop that!"
Well, I ain't down with that.
Cause my boobs are full
and this baby needs feeding,
It's his needs that I'll be meetin'
Some knuckleheads tried to be snide,
but the law is on my side.
I'm not feeding her in the restroom.
So stop with your doom and gloom.

So momma if your babe needs food
Go ahead and do what's good.
Sit down and feed that baby there
and let your milkies flow
Momma's got milk!

Reality Check: I'm not perfect

A few of my mommy friends may have already heard this story. This week, I had a reality check. I'm not the perfect first time mother. Not by a long shot.

Earlier this week, the maintenance guy came by our place. I realized, only a little bit too late, how embarrassed I should have been answering the door. I had on sweats that I had worn 2 days in row. Addie had spit up and drooled on me, I hadn't showered in about 4 days, my hair was sticking out of it's pony tail, and I had a ginormous zit right between my eyes that I had been picking at all week. Furthermore, I was holding Addison on one hip, dressed in a onsie (in 50 degree weather I might add) and 1-yes one sock. We had just finished dinner, so she had prune stains all over her face, hands, and shirt. We had a pizza box sitting on the kitchen table, open, with 2 slices left, 2 days worth of dishes on the counters, and a pile of laundry in the middle of the living room. This isn't even mentioning the stack of laundry, toys, and blankets sitting on the stairs to be brought up, or the blanket laid out on the floor with a pile of toys on it. Oh, and at some point in our conversation, I'm pretty sure I kicked the cat away from the door so he wouldn't escape. I'm sure our maintenance guy left our house thinking I was just the craziest person in the complex. He's probably told all the neighbors by now.

I realized that evening that life was no longer in my control. I had surrendered to the power of my 6 month old daughter. Something had to be done.

Fast forward to today, 3 days later. I am showered, my hair is brushed, I'm wearing jeans that were just washed yesterday, and a nice t-shirt. The laundry is no longer on the floor, the kitchen is somewhat clean, and as soon as Addison spit up cereal on her clothes, I changed her. We are still no where near perfect, but we are one step closer today!

My First Post

So, I've given in to the masses. I've created a blog. I had to. All the cool kids were doing it ;)

My blog will be-as the title suggests-about surviving parent hood, one day at a time. For my first post, I thought this would be fitting. It's a poem that made me tear up the first time I read it. It's amazing how much my life has changed in 6 short months.

Before I was a Mom,

I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down..
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom ...