Seb.astian is SO amused by So.ren, who is turning TWO in two days, which I can't believe. Except when he says things like "You can't have it, Mommy!", brandishing his sippy cup, and I'm all like, "I didn't want your milk, sillypants." His babysitter told me that, today, he went up to a dad who was at the playground, watching his kids while sitting on the seesaw, and So.ren, who wanted to play on said seesaw, proclaimed, "Excuse me, MAN." Both polite and aggressive, my son.
I am still breastfeeding, if you can believe it. I can't. The reason, however, is the aforementioned 5:30 wakeup. I take S.ebastian into bed with me and nurse him, thereby tricking us both into an extra hour of sleep. It's not going to last, though, since I don't do much feeding/pumping otherwise, so things are drying up.
In other news:
Mother's Day just happened, and I remembered how horribly it sucked, and I wanted to send good vibes to anyone who's still stuck in infertility hell.
Speaking of infertility hell, my copy of Mel's book, Navigating the Land of IF arrived, and it is fabulous. As you know, Mel is a great writer, and she's also so well informed that everything in the book seems correct to me. Hallelujah!
Finally, there's been great news and bad news out there in our world lately. I won't repeat the sad news because it's just too hard to bear. And I won't repeat the good news because I tend to jinx people. But both camps are on my mind these days.