Here's the skinny

Here's the skinny and it ain't me. That sentence doesn't make very much sentence grammatically speaking but the point is this: Yesterday I went shopping for jeans and YIKES. I thought that I was ready for this step: mentally and physically. I had thought that I was making a lot of headway in losing my pregnancy weight, but now it seems apparent that I was living in a delusional little bubble where the grass is always green and I'm still a size 8. I ended up with a size 12 and they still don't really fit properly at all. But then I have to put things into perpective. I look a the little face above and remind myself that it's TOTALLY worth it. Even if I was a size 22 or 32 it would still be worth it. I honestly think that he is one of the cutest babies EVER. I know its not really appropriate to brag about your own kid, and I'm not normally one to do that, but how can I help myself? He's breathtaking, and not in a bad way like the ugly baby on Seifeld. He is doing well and is weighing 12 lbs, 8ozs now. I enjoy him a lot. When he makes that little face, no matter how many times he does it, I just can't help but laugh.
So onto other matters. Life at home is good. I spend my days experimenting with Play Dough recipes, so as you can see my life is pretty exciting. I must be a loser though, because I actually AM really excited about this new Kool Aid PlayDough. It smells pretty good (But please note that it does not taste very good, a fact a wish I had noted earlier).
I went out the other night for the first time, and I must thank one Mrs. Nikki Straker for the company. It was good to get out. Geoff stayed at home with the kids. I was interested to see how he managed, and of course he says "oh, it was so good. The kids are so easy." Translation: "I don't know why you complain about it." But then I walk into my bedroom to find Payton awake and walking TV. And then I ask if Gage went to bed OK and he says "oh, I forgot." And then I look at the kitchen and it was a mess. I mean, OK, I guess it would be easy to stay with the kids if you put a football game on and just ignore everything else. Men. It's like they say, if you want anything done right you just have to do it yourself.
Speaking of which, something totally crazy just happened. When I was on the computer earlier, Payton came up to me, crying and saying that she wanted me to put her to bed. I thought she was just yanking my chain and just wanted me to get off the computer, but no. When we got upstairs she was all happy to climb into bed and she said, "I'm so, so tired, mom. Good night."
I cannot believe this is my child. Alien zombies must have abducted her in the night and implanted something in her.
Or maybe she is in there right now with a pack of matches that she secreted away at some point earlier today. She must have some ulterior motive. I will have to watch my back.
Okay, and since this blog is rather blah this far, I'm going to offer up something more interesting. It's not something that I like to tell everyone, but let's face it no one reads this dumb blog and I do it more or less to maintain my typing skills. So I have a baby, which you know, and he's breastfed, which you know. And all along I've been really curious about breast milk. You know, how it tastes. It looks pretty much like regular milk. And anyways, I had been pumping some milk and I had a bottle of it in the fridge. And I got tempted. Really tempted. So I dipped my finger in it. And then I thought, no. I can't. That's gross. But then I thought, well, what's one little nibble? What are you, chicken? I said to myself. Bock, Bock, I clucked to myself. (I'm not sure if that's the proper spelling of the word Bock. If it isn't I do apologize, it wasn't in the dictionary).
So then I had to do it, you can't walk away from a bock. So I closed my eyes and I tried it, and I have to say it's not half bad. A little shot of that in the coffee in the morning would be AOK. It doesn't taste really much like milk. It's more watery like, and really sweet. I don't know if it's just what I ate that day or what. But anways, there you go. Everything you ever wanted to know about breastmilk but were afraid to ask.
Free samples tomorrow at noon.