Combover no more.

Peanut got his first haircut on New Year's Eve! His hair was out of control. His stunning mohawk had lost all its oomph, he was relegated to a sad Trump-style combover, and even then, he looked like a mad scientist. So it was time. He did great, too. We went to a kids salon up the street from us called Little B's. Chanel, the stylist, was a pro.



Mad scientist hair.






What are you looking at? I like my hair this way.



Pre-haircut, notice the Trump-style combover

Now THAT's a good lookin' haircut!

Peanut has a hollow leg.

Peanut's finally not such a peanut anymore. He was in the 3rd-4th percentile till we started solids, and then at his 6 month appointment, he finally jumped up to the 10th-25th percentile. And he luuurves to eat. I make most of his food and freeze it in ice cube trays. Tonight he had 2 cubes of green beans, 2 cubes of squash, some chicken, the rest of last night's applesauce, and a 3.5 oz container of pears and blueberries. Oh, and two squares of mangoes in one of those mesh feeder things. And then he nursed on both sides.

He's got such a cute double chin, and oh, the pulkies! His little thighs are like turkey legs!

I know this is not one of his best pictures, but you still want to eat his face, right?

I smell like baby vomit.

Love the stepladder pose!

Peanut totally cheesed me this morning as I was putting on his jacket. He got my shirt, jeans, shoes, the sofa, and the rug. So I reek now, and every time I move my arm, I smell spit-up. Sigh. This is why I have put away all my dry-clean only attire and only wear things that can go in the wash.

I long for the day when he stops spitting up. Otherwise I'm going to have to start wearing coveralls.

My mother compared me to Portia de Rossi

Between traveling last week, no sleep because Peanut was up 5 times a night, and working a ton, I'm now 7 pounds under my pre-pregnancy weight. I can't tell you how long it's been since I've worn a belt to actually hold up my pants, not just cause it looked pretty.

Clearly, I need to be eating more often. Who has time the time, though? As long as I don't wind up looking like a lollilop.

Remembering....

Today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day. We love our 5 month old Peanut, but we still miss our baby boy who we lost at 9 weeks gestation. He would've been one next month. I'm still shocked to find how much I miss him, and I still cry when I think about the loss. It was devastating and life-changing.

Lots of hugs to the families out there who've lost a little one. It's an unhappy club to be a member of, but I'm thankful for all the wonderful support I've received from other moms who've miscarried.

Not so joyful about Glee

I hate to admit it, but I'm feeling a little let down by Glee this season. Peanut loves the show, and many times I have rocked him to sleep while he watched You Tube videos of Artie's flash mob scene to "Safety Dance", their awesome rendition of "Bad Romance," and have topped off the trio with Rachel's "Don't Rain on My Parade."

My sister-in-law will disown me for it, but I thought the Britney episode was twelve shades of awful.  That storyline was so unrealistic. I mean, I don't know a dentist who still uses nitrous oxide, and for sure my dentist doesn't look like John Stamos.

Glee, you make me sad. You're kind of a loser.

The mommy version of "morning wood?"

Peanut has been trying to kill me via a slow, mammary death and by not sleeping at night anymore (where, oh where, did my good sleeper go?). He has even been waking up to eat 30 minutes or an hour after going to bed, in addition to waking up in the middle of the night for a feeding. So last night we gave him a teeny bit of rice cereal, I nursed him, and put him to bed at 8. I went to bed at 9:30, and I did not pump before bed because he'd been waking up and I wanted to make sure I had milk for him.

Fast forward to morning...he slept through the night (hooray), but my boobs were HUGE. I should've taken a picture, but they looked a little like this.