Strawberry Milk

I love my son so much that I make him strawberry milk in the morning at 5:30am.  I guess the change in weather is making my breast bleed when I pump.  I might have bloody nipples but I also have this. 

This is Eoghan meeting his 2 week old cousin Ginger.  He sure does look happy about meeting her.  Notice my son does not like pants.  He is surely going to be innappropriate just like his mommy and daddy. 

Today is his last day of being less than a half year old.  It is incredible how quick it went by. 

My babies asleep.  My babies asleep.  Hmmmm.  I should wake him up.  He has been asleep since 6:30.  It is now 8:51pm.  This could ruin my night.  He already stays awake till 1am.  He asleep though,  I cleaned the kitchen.  It is a miracle.  I could write but I guess I should wake him up or fold laundry.  Or get drunk.  I guess I will go pinch him. 

Late Start

I am going to be rusty.  I will tell you why.  I have been extremely content.  Fucking happy I would say.  You might ask why this matters.  Well when I am happy/doing well/ healthy/ content, I seem to not write in my journal.  But I have wasted enough time. 

I have a son.  An almost six month pig like angel named Eoghan. 

He is super.  He is also in super ugly pj's.  He shit all over his cute ones.  So his dad put him in his $1.97 ones I picked up from Target.  

I apologize now.  I cuss.  A lot.  It is a habit I will try to work on.  It is NOT cute when babies cuss and I do not want Eoghan to be that baby.  I have a lot of habits.  I have been able to break most of them.  Dope, smoking, mooning people, climbing trees drunk. The list could go on.

I think the point of this blog is to write about my boy.  My family.  Breastfeeding.  And try to maybe become witty again with my writing.  I am disappointed in the fact that I only wrote maybe five times in my journal while I was pregnant.  My Thai yoga massage friend told me sometimes pregnancy can suck the creative stuff out of you. 

I might back track a little.  For myself.  I still have not written my sons birth story down.  Or at least the parts I remember so I might use this sight for that too.  Hopefully my flow will come back.