Oh hallelujah, it's Friday.
Today and tomorrow we're looking at some gorgeous weather around here. After these two days of nice weather its pretty much gonna plummet in terms of weather, and get freeze-your-toosh-off cold. Since I'm a coat-hater, the next few months of winter get me a tiny bit down. The whole darkness thing? Yea.
Can I just tell you that all week, sometime around 4:30-4:45pm, I'll
be working on something at home and look around and realize I'm in
COMPLETE darkness in my house. I hate that the darkness comes so early. Hate, hate.
On that note, the whole time change thing somehow did not affect my kid. Now all the other moms getting up at 5am with their babies want to throat punch me [ducks]. All I mean by that is her final wake up time is still somewhere between 8:30-9:15, even despite the time change. Oh, and to make you feel better, I still get up with my 6 month old anywhere from 1-3x a night. So don't hate. I rarely get any sleep. Well, I mean, I get some-but it's chopped up into itty bitty pieces. I'm convinced that moms just don't sleep. It's almost enough to convince me to just keep having babies because I might as well get this whole lack-of-sleep part of my life over with, so, you know, in 25 years I can finally get a good night's sleep.
I am going to try to get Eme's Christmas photo done in these next two glorious weathered days. If our photoshoots go anything like Wednesday, it'll be a big fat fail. Literally, even with the help of my sister, we couldn't get the kid to smile. She smiles 99% of the day, yet that day? Wasn't having it.
I woke up yesterday morning with sore ribs. I hurt. It felt like I'd worked out hardcore, and between you and me (and the whole internetz), I definitely did not. It wasn't until I remembered the way I contorted my body to try to get a good photo of the baby the day before-that I realized that was maybe, just maybe the culprit of my sore ribs. My sister posted this picture to twitter saying "She'll do anything to get a good shot"--and well, then it clicked. That ground was hard, yo.
Somehow, I managed to drop a pant size. MAYBE, just maybe it was a random thing. But, I bought that same brand of jeans only 2 months ago and they were a size higher. They are a bit snug around the belly but fit so good everywhere else. I'm pretty sure I'm one of those ladies whom breastfeeding makes them hold onto extra weight. I have a few other friends like this, and my OB/GYN told me that's the case for some women too. I mean, don't get me wrong, it helped me lose the initial 25 lbs fast, and shrunk the uterus down like whoa. But, still. Well, I've been nursing much less than normal because her solids intake is much higher. Maybe that's why? Who knows. But either way, I'm not complaining. I also, for the record, did nothing to lose any weight, if I in fact did lose weight. [Did I tell you I refuse to step on the scale? Slightly terrified.]
On that note, the Christmas bug is starting to hit me. I'm being VERY intentional about ordering handmade this year. Because us momtrepeneurs need business more than Old Navy or Walmart, right? So, I've started receiving some of the gifts I've ordered in and I feel really good about the fact I'm helping other mom's and small shop owners like myself, rather than those big guys with a filthy amount of money.
Speaking of which, did you see how I have some pony tail holders now? Also, a ridiculously cute Thanksgiving-colored adult headband. This is my shameless plug.
Have a beautiful weekend!