Monday, July 16, 2012

nursing tops, anyone?

not that i really mind if a little boob gets exposed now and then, but when riding on a crowded subway squashed between Newt Gingrich (i swear it was him) and a 6'5"biker dude, i'd really rather to keep my shit covered.

also, i know what breast-feeding moms everywhere are going to advise:  just wear a tanktop or bella band underneath a looser top, pull the top up and the tank down.  ya, i know.  but that can get SO HOT and sticky.  what i'm looking for - and i'm kind of on an ongoing mission to find - are simple nursing shirts/dresses.  one piece, not flashy or drapey or $200.  i figure i can spend a little on these because I will be nursing for a few years between lu and the next one and the one after that ;)

the first brand of nursing tops i found second hand from a company called BOOB.  I mean, c'mon!  however, they are a bit pricey for my budget.  maybe just this one :)



the second I found from an online source is called MAMAWAY.  the shirts are a bit closer to my price range, but take a bit of sorting through to find the really great, staple pieces.  here are a few i found.








p.s. don't you just love the attempt at making breast-feeding "way cool";) love it!

Sunday, July 15, 2012

reality check

ok.  so the other day I read this sad fact:  of all the things that depress women/mothers most - Magazines, Celebrities, Reality TV - it is the blog.  The Blog.  Other women writing about their perfect little lives, with their perfect husbands and babies that sleep through the night.  Hah.

well, the last thing I want to do is fit into that category.

i plan to combat this idea that everything in life is hunky-dory all the time and I'm a Suzie-Creamcheese of a mommy by regularly posting reality checks.  these posts are meant to be funny, not to complain or whine or compete with "how bad and busy and crappy my life can be".  only to let you in on a little secret:  not-a-one of us bloggers(ladies) have the perfect, put together life.

so, without further ado...my day in pictures.

8am






lu dumps puffs on kitchen floor - i curse and wish that we owned a high-chair.  feeding lu on the floor/counter is just not working.

11am



this picture really doesn't do it any justice.  i stupidly decide to attempt a shower while lu is quietly playing on the bathroom floor.  with one of my legs shaved and the other lathered up, lua's hand slips as she is pulling herself up on the wet tub and she bangs her head as she falls.  on the tub. ouch. i jump out of the shower, soaking wet and in doing so, hit my funny bone on the towel rack.  curse again.

3pm


getting into something she's not supposed to be touching.


clapping at the mess she's made.  yes, that's an icepack, hand towel, slipper....


5pm


 end of day messes.
i do my best to pick up all things "lua" at the end of the day, so andrew and i can enjoy an 'adult' evening.  i do my best, but sometimes it stays like this for days.

somewhere between 5pm and 8pm


 i get the grrrreat idea to set up a simple photo-shoot with lu and i.  i slap on some makeup (but, you'll notice, forget to don the bra) only to spend the majority of the time wrangling the crying beast.  needless to say, I won't be framing any of these (well, maybe that last one :)).


and that is far from it.

in general, it takes about 20 minutes to get lua to sleep.  right now, she's waking up a half hour after she goes down (between 8:30 and 9).  then again at 10:30.  then again at 1am.  then i'm too tired to notice when she wakes up after that, i just nurse her - half asleep - in our bed. 

i should also mention that when i have days like this one, i get a little (read: very) irritable with andrew.  i've tried for ten minutes now to write down some examples of my irritation, but there were just too many and as i typed them out i just felt worse and worse about getting mad about such stupid, nonsensical things.  so, i'm sure you can imagine.  imagine an irritable, sweaty mom with one leg unshaved and no bra getting all pissed off about the fact that the bath toys were not scooped up with the special-bath-scooper-thingy.  ya, that is me some days. 

but, i'm working on it.

here's to hoping the good days out number the not-so-good :)