When in doubt, use bullets — slackermama . com

Otherwise known as: OMG I just typed up this big long entry and Wordpress ATE it. HATE.

While I’m pondering some fairly major changes to this blog, I have had to take a look at my posting frequency. And I’m pretty disgusted. I mean, once a week? Maybe twice? What’s that about? I used to post every day if I could. Maybe more. And now I’ve dissolved into this non-posting blog dweeb and that just ain’t gonna cut it. I need to post more often. It’s not like I don’t have anything to say. I just need to SAY. Ya know? So if the only way I can actually put out a freaking post today is to do it bullet style, I’ll do it. See? That’s me throwing myself on the sword of blog indecency for you guys. I hope you can appreciate it.

Harry is on Zantac, ya’ll. ZANTAC. For possible acid reflux or maybe even an ulcer. Okay? He’s not even SEVEN yet. I’m still not over this, even though I’ve already mentioned it. (And why the hell was I calling it Zantax???) If that’s not a great way to feel like a horrible mother I don’t know what is.
On the flip side, his teacher pulled me aside on Friday to tell me that Harry was head and shoulders above anyone else in the class in reading. My son? Can read like nobody’s business. So she wanted to send him to the second grade class for reading lessons. WOW. He had his first lesson in the second grade class yesterday and from all accounts (namely, his), it sounds like it went well. He said, and I quote, “I knew all the words.” That’s just fantastic.
Remember when I said I wanted to change my blog’s definition? That “Inconceivable” wasn’t cutting it anymore? Well, I’m going forward with that. Prepare to see a LOT of changes on this blog and soon. I’m not sure HOW soon, but you’ll know it when it happens. Partially because I have a whole new .com address for my blog. Wee! So while the content will all be here, it’ll be at a whole other address. Don’t worry, I’ll leave a link. But isn’t that exciting? I need to come up with a fresh, new design to go with the new site. That might take a little longer. But yay for a new start. Because let’s be honest. I’m not inconceivable anymore. I’ve got my sweet, sweet baby here in my arms and I’m not constantly dogged by horrendously atrocious luck any longer. So here’s to a new life! And a new blog to go with it. Watch here for news, I hope to have the new account up hopefully by this weekend sometime!
Liam has an appointment with the ENT next Wednesday to evaluate his tongue-tie. :unsure I’m not sure what exactly to hope for so I’m just hoping for the best. I mean, I want to get it clipped because I do believe now that that is the best choice for the future. But at the same time, this will mean a sharp implement will have to be used to SLICE something in my darling Liam’s mouth and that sounds just too horrifying to comprehend. Hold me.
Speaking of the little peach pit, he’s been fussy as all get out since his shots on Friday. We’d just gotten to a place where he was embracing a reliable schedule, and nearly sleeping through the entire night. Now? He’s cranky and awake for most of the day and reluctant to sleep at night. Argh! Darn those doctors and their evil needles!
STILL PUMPING. Oh my God, ya’ll. On a normal day I pump when I get up around 7:30, then again about 10 or 10:30, then 1 or 1:30, again about 4:00 and then 7 and again at 10 or 10:30. DANG. That’s a lot of pumping. And you should see the enormous supply I’ve got going in the deep freeze out in the garage. I’ve filled a box. A BIG box. I have enough milk in there to feed a whole army of infants. Which is fantastic. But I’m so sick of pumping. I can only hope and pray that clipping his tongue tie will finally allow us to breastfeed. Because if this little experience with exclusive pumping has taught me anything, it’s taught me how EASY it is to just breastfeed. I hate the rigamorale with bottles. I’m constantly washing bottles and pump parts and pumping or feeding… my life is milk. MILK MILK MILK. Argh! I want to breastfeed so bad. SO. BAD.

I’m sure there was many other things I was going to add, but as I stated above, I lost the entire post and now since it’s been more than an hour since I wrote it, I’ve completely forgotten everything. My brain is officially mush. Are brain cells secreted in breastmilk, by any chance? Sheesh! So hopefully it won’t be near as long before I post again. I’m gonna try!

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