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Admittedly, I have not watched American Idol this season.  But, since it’s down to the final two, I have watched a bunch of youtube videos and I definitely think that the younger, more dough-faced David is going to win it. David Cook’s voice seems a little too untrained to me. He’s raspy and all and I know people like that but Archuleta sounds so refined and like he’s actually trying. Actually, his voice is so nice it’s like he doesn’t even have to try to be good.

So, I call it now: Archuleta wins it all this season. And good luck to you, fine sir.

Mrs. Fortune - Elliot’s daycare lady

To deal with the crying, the cranky, the frustrated babies every day, is a marvel. Your patience is admirable and I’m so happy we found you for our Elliot.

I finally managed to put a ticker on my site. I have tried putting different buttons from sites for other things in a WordPress text box but they never turn out right. But this one did. Woot!

And I’m not bragging about the breastfeeding thing… ok, well, maybe just a little. It’s easy, and not. Getting mastitis sucks, that’s for sure. But in general, I cannot complain. Even with 8 teeth he doesn’t ever bite me. Although, he did at first and I quickly alleviated the problem by taking away the food. I know books and doctors say not to do that but to me, that’s simple. If I bite, food goes away. Ok, no biting. Babies don’t need to be so BABIED all the time, you know? They’re humans and need to be taught things now and then and not kept away from the truth. Sure, I’m going make sure he gets to be a kid for as long as possible, because on the other hand, for all the kids who gets hardcore sheltered,  I see a distinct moment when parents are treating them like adults when they’re still only 7 and then they don’t get to enjoy being young. They grow up soon enough, in their own time. Let ‘em play and imagine and get dirty while they still can. I know I miss those days…

Joanna H. -

The best support I could have ever found after having Elliot.
Forever thankful for our meeting that day; good friend and awesome listener,
you know I’ll always be around.

Sorry about yesterday; I was on the verge of coming down with mastitis (again) but didn’t know it until I got home. Left the office at 3 and got home, started feeling the tingles in my back right before the hard hot and cold chills hit and my fever spiked to 102. But I’d done this all before so I got in bed and tried to relax before Ash got home with the Boy (extra feedings help eliminate duct blockages) and Tylenol (to reduce the fever). The night was a blur and this morning I didn’t feel all that much better. But I managed to drag myself to my previously scheduled doctor’s appointment and then I came into the office at noon. I certainly don’t feel 100% but at least I’m not feverish.

I think by this evening, I’ll be fine. I got to talking to a guy in the department about rock climbing and he mentioned that he goes to the rock gym with his son. I got kind of excited about it, seeing as how we haven’t been in forever. So I told Ash I wanted to go and that maybe my BIL could watch the baby, since I kind of feel like he owes it to us. He’s going out of town for 11 days and pretty much just expects us to watch his dog. This causes me to not be able to travel to my parent’s house. I’m not bitter. It’s just the way it is. But sometimes I do feel like I’m owed, just a little bit.

But I have to write my 365 post for the day and proofread some things. Happy Hump Day.

My boob is sore. You see, my milk supply had begun to dwindle, because I had cut out an evening feeding and the nighttime feedings. So, I reintroduced the 5 PM feeding just for a couple days to boost output. Well, it worked so last night I got over full and now, I think I have a blocked duct. I can alleviate this with warm compresses and massage. But in the meantime, it’s annoying and makes me cranky.

On the mini pill + breastfeeding = no pregnancy. But I am tired and my back hurts. EITHER, I am somehow a medical marvel OR I have been sleeping like crap, going to bed late, and using poor posture when on the elliptical. I’ve not had any nausea and the sleepiness is not like before. When I was pregnant with Elliot, I passed out on the couch as soon as I got home and could not physically move my limbs without momentous effort. This is not the same. This is, “It’s 10:30 and I’m kind of bored. Yeah, I could sleep.”

I am going to the doctor tomorrow for my annual so any and all possible issues will be cleared up. I do and do not look forward to it.

Aren’t you glad I shared this with you? Admit it.

One of the reasons I never did well in math was my doubt. I would do a problem and get an answer but then think it was wrong, go back, and do it completely wrong. Most times, it turned out that my first answer had been correct. I take this doubt with me into other things, like accomplishments on a bigger scale. I don’t believe if something good happens, for it must be too good to be true. So that’s why I didn’t tell you this sooner.

In the July August issue of Pregnancy Magazine, look for me on the very last page. It’ll be a 500 word birth story and there should be a picture of Elliot. I don’t consider this something “big” but I’m pretty excited about it. I wish I had a job where I could be contracted to write little pieces like this all the time. That’s my dream job, I think.

Jason A. -

Junior year, I really liked you. On your guitar, you played me Brown Eyed Girl. I hear your teeth are jacked up now; we all know what that means…

This shirt makes him look chubby but I swear to you he’s not. As previously mentioned, the b-ball shorts I bought to match this shirt slide right off his little body. He is ridiculously large-looking in that car seat though.

BTW - Not a bad picture, considering I took it with my phone.

Note the ode to college roommates in my 365 posts. I don’t think about those people very often so it was almost kind of nice to go back via this project and ruminate a bit. Well, almost.

Anywho, my weekend was pretty decent. On Saturday we ate eggs for breakfast and took the Little to the park. He had fun and we got to do something outdoors, although it’s getting pretty hot here. I ended up cleaning a bit then treated myself to a pedicure before we all went out to Chili’s for dinner.

Oh yeah, on Friday night we were going to go out but we decided to pick up a pizza and a movie. We got No Country For Old Men and I have to say, I was not that impressed. Ok, yes, the acting is good. But the story? A.) been done before (A Simple Plan) and b.) too much of it was too unbelievable. And the parts that were supposed to be artsy and make you think didn’t quiet achieve that for me. I know when Tommy Lee Jones is drinking the milk and seeing his reflection in the TV is supposed to be this “ahh” moment but I wasn’t buying it. Plus, they wanted you to get that in the end too but there wasn’t enough build-up. I still enjoyed watching it but at the same time, don’t know why it won Best Picture. I am a Coen brothers fan (LOVE Hudsucker Proxy and Oh, Brother…) but this one, didn’t do it for me. I thought There Will be Blood was better. And I thought Juno was better than both of them.

For Mother’s Day, Ash sent me flowers but that’s about it. Well, he bought and made lunch (hamburgers) and he also bought and installed a gate for the nursery. We have a couple of those baby gates but  we just lean them up against the door frames (b/c we’re too lazy to put them up and take them down each time) and they always fall over. This one is attached permanently and opens easily. We were going to go out to dinner once the Boy was in bed but I really didn’t feel like getting dressed so we just went to Publix and I made dinner.

The Boy has been improving upon his forward motion; getting much better at pushing with his toes and even getting up on his knees a few more times. I think he’s going to get it very soon. I have some footage of him flopping along which will be posted to flickr soon; didn’t have time last night to do much of anything since we ate around 9:30 and then the Spurs game was on.

I know this entry is very boring for a Monday but I just don’t have it in me this morning. Forgive me.