Marriage

I am marrying my baby daddy on Friday!!!!  Who would have thought?  17 years ago when I sold him a bump of crystal for like $20 at a dirty ass rave I would not have believed that we would make the most beautiful baby and form such an amazing family.  17 years of being partners in crime but really both of our lives really began 18 months ago with this little sucker.

The love I have for these two is ridiculous.  They actually keep up with me in the goofy department.  Greg, thank you for buying that bump from me and tricking Lauren and I into driving you guys home from Baltimore.  Thank you for being my best friend, brother(even though that sounds incest like), partner in crime and protector since we met.  Thank you for waiting out all the craziness in our lives and trying to get in my pants again.  You are my family.  Always have been.    And it is just so fucking right.  Do you feel it?  I do and I love it.  LOVE IT!  You are the most amazing father.  It makes me giddy just watching you and Eoghan.  And the way Eoghan stares at you playing the guitar is enough to break hearts.  I am in love with you, I am grateful for you, and I thank you for falling in love with me. 

We make a beautiful family!

My son is 1 years old plus three days.

How come pregnancy seems like years and then I have my boy and he goes from this.....

to this in what feels like seconds?

Due Date

This was my official due date.  WOW, is all I can say.  I can not believe it has been a year.  And there is only four more days until my beautiful Eoghan decided it was time to come on out.  It is dreamlike how quickly the best year of Greg and I's life has flown by.  Please, Please slow down. 

Set Backs

Our government had some major setbacks yesterday.  So did my son.  We woke up to him screaming face down in a pile of carrot stained vomit at 3:30am.  He was puking carrots and cereal out of his nose.  It took his dad and I about an hour to calm him down and get him to stop squirting fluids out of his cute little nose. The next hour he slept between us until I had to roll out of bed for work at 5:30am.  Wednesday was a bummer.  House is run by stinky Republicans and Momma got 3.5 hours of sleep.  Eoghan has also been waking up around 3am to nurse off and on the last few weeks.  He used to sleep through the night.  What a trickster.  I thought my boy  was such a good sleeper.
Daddy making a point. 


 Okay off to pump. 

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.