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I feel like I’ve been hibernating for the last month (minus the whole sleeping part) and am just now coming up for air. I feel like I’m swimming through the exhaustion of having a newborn all over again. Cooper recently started doing this great trick where he will only take one 30 minute nap all day and won’t go to bed until 10pm. We follow the same dinner, bath, bed? routine but instead of dozing off at 7:30 after his bottle like he was doing for the last year, it suddenly gives him ALL THE ENERGY and he does laps around the living room cracking up the entire time.

It’s like he’s saying “HA! And you guys thought you had it all figured out!”

Some Most nights we’re so tired we end up laying him in bed with us for a little cartoon time and by the time he’s passed out and I put him in his room, all I want to do is curl back up next to Corey and pass the F out. And that’s precisely what I’ve been doing. I just can’t seem to muster the energy to do anything productive after the boys have gone to bed, and that’s my real only free time these days.

They really don’t prepare you for things like this in all those baby books. Sure, they cover diaper changes and what to feed them and how to swaddle them, but they don’t tell you just how much of a full-time gig it is. But I don’t think you can really know until you know. On Saturday it was all just too much for me. Cooper dozed off at 7:30pm like the good ‘ol days, and a few friends came over and I just finished a delightful Blue Moon and was feeling all nice and relaxed since I haven’t been able to have an adult beverage and talk to actual adults in a long while, when Sir Cooper decided this was indeed unacceptable.

He joined us in the living room for a while, Corey tried to hold him so I could hang out, but all he wanted was his Mama. And don’t get me wrong, I LOVE being his Mama and couldn’t dream of doing anything else with my days, but man. It all hit me. Hormones shmormones.

It was only 8:30pm but Mama had a job to do. So we quietly retreated to the bedroom, put on the cartoons, and I had myself a good cry right there on our new sheets. A couple hugs from Corey and heavy breaths on my neck from Cooper I was back to normal, but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t just the tiny bit jealous of my husband out there in the living room.

So yeah, now that we’ve got that out of the way, here are a few pictures from Christmas that you probably don’t want to see anyways. But that’s the beauty of being the boss of this measly slice of internet pie.
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And thissss is what it looks like trying to get four teenagers, an 8 year old, a 3 year old and a 13 month old to all sit still and smile at the camera…

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I remember last year I wanted to take Cooper to see Santa so badly but everyone I asked told me it “was not a good idea”. I mean, honestly, I knew it was a bad idea since Coop was just teetering over the 5lb mark and GERMS. I think I was just looking for someone to tell me it was OK so I could finally do something normal new moms do.

So this year as soon as December rolled around I was on the Santa bandwagon. We went with my mom and Hailey in the middle of the week to try and avoid the line and almost had a heart attack when we saw a yellow school bus in the parking lot. Thank Rudolph that they were all next door at the International Fishing Hall of Fame and there was only a teensy tiny line.

We even let a few people cut in front of us because Hailey insisted on bringing the TARGET SALE AD so she could show Santa everything she wanted (a few weeks ago she said she was just going to tell him she wanted “everything”). We didn’t think she would do it, but she did – for about 5 whole minutes. She turned the pages and pointed out all her favorites and Santa just nodded his head and threw in a “oh wow” and a “great choice” every now and again for good measure. The elf grabbed my arm and stood real close, “ooh, this is good. I’ve never seen this before”. All the parents just stopped to watch. It really was the cutest thing.  Finally he had to stop her and say “ok, why don’t we turn around so your mommy can take a picture”. (Their camera was down, but good thing my mom had hers. I had mine too but my SD card was at home on the table. Womp Womp. #momfail).

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And then it was Cooper’s turn. I really thought he would freak and he did have the iron grip when I tried to hand him off to sit on some strange mans lap. There were no tears, but there weren’t any smiles either. AND I got to put him in the suit we bought for him after a particularly hard day at the hospital. Sometimes you just need to buy something for your baby. It’s good for the soul.


That suit was my saving grace for a little while there. “Just think, one day he’s going to be big enough to fit in this”.  I used to take it out of his closet and look at it all the time.


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And a few more for good measure:

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SO I planned to have a nice little post about our first trip to see Santa (more on that later) but life had other plans.

On Friday I had to work until 7pm and was so excited to get home and see my boys and to eat the black bean chili that was simmering in the crock pot all day because sometimes (aka all the time) I seem to forget to eat. I walked in the door, smothered Cooper in kisses, and we all sat down to eat. Cooper already finished his dinner was hanging on the floor with the dogs, per usual. We were all laughing and talking about our day when it all changed.

I guess Cooper spooked Apple (she’s usually so good with him but she is blind) because she nipped at him and caught him right in the eye. Cooper started screaming (obviously) and I didn’t even realize what actually happened until I saw blood COMING OUT OF HIS EYE.

Queue freak out mode.

Corey and I were running around the house throwing things in the diaper bag and went outside to jump in the car to head to the hospital. Corey was holding the diaper bag and I had the baby. I opened the backseat to try and put Coop in his carseat and we forgot that Corey picked him up from my moms earlier and the carseat was back in the house. So Corey runs back in the house to grab the carseat and sets down the diaper bag. Back in the car, we have the carseat but no diaper bag. I think you get the point here. We were running around like maniacs and at this point Cooper’s not even crying. He’s just looking around so amused because I ended up just holding him on my lap in the backseat while Corey drove the 5 minutes to the ER.

As soon as we walked through the glass sliding doors a little boy (maybe 5) just looked at us with such concern asking “is he going to be ok?” I realize now it’s because Cooper’s face and pajamas were covered in blood. Poor kid. I hope we didn’t give you too many nightmares. Oh and I forgot to grab socks for Cooper. I had one moccasin and one sock. Go Mom!

I’ll spare you the gory details of holding Cooper down while they put dye in his eye, gave him an IV, and generally just scared the crap out of him. His lower eyelid was split, but thankfully nothing scratched his eye, and he needed plastic surgery to repair it which meant he had to be put to sleep. Luckily, Corey works in surgery and knew the doctor and most of the nurses which made me feel slightly better but we were still obviously very worried and feeling extremely guilty. I joked that we needed to tie my tubes at the same time because I just could not handle this. It didn’t help that when they were wheeling me (holding Cooper) up to our room, we had to go the same way Corey and I went everyday for 3 weeks while Coop was in the NICU. I remember I used to be so jealouse of all the other mom’s beeing wheeled out with their baby’s in their arms, always thinking “when it is it going to be my turn?”. Talk about deja vu.

We slept propped up in a chair because Cooper was on IV fluids all night. My neck has never been more sore but at least Cooper got a good nights sleep in his mama’s arms. Corey lucked out and got the couch bed. In the morning it was time to transport him down to surgery and I was so worried about them taking him from me and (him) freaking out. They reassured us that it was “not the way we do things here”. A little medicine in his IV and this kid was flat out drunk in less than 5 seconds. I really wish we would have thought to record it because even though the situation was shitty, it was so cute and the first time we laughed all weekend. He almost immediately looked up at us and just started giggling and when we handed him off to the nurse he smiled and touched her face.

20 endless minutes later, the surgery was over and our boy had his first (four) micro stitches. We were home before noon with instructions for a follow-up appointment in one week. As soon as we walked in the door, I just wanted to lay on the floor in the fetal position and finally have my heart attack.

Needless to say, I went to Target the next day, dropped an insane amount of money on another baby gate (we now have 3! in an 820ft house), and Cooper is having a grand old time standing in front of it and throwing all his toys over the top. He’s acting like nothing even happened but I’m running behind him yelling out “be careful!” every 5 seconds. He’s like “yeah, whatever mom.”

A HUGE thank-you to all the staff at Joe DiMaggio Children’s Hospital. They made us feel so comfortable (except that one transport lady who tried to make me put Cooper in that metal crib for liability purposes. Santa’s watching you.) and were all so accommodating.

And now for the pictures: (nothing gruesome, scouts honor)

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Curel Kids Kit


Cooper went to the doctor today for his 12 month check-up (17.6 pounds and 29.25 inches long!) and I have been seriously dreading this appointment. Not only would we be talking about making the transition to whole milk, it’s also flu season so I knew that was coming too. I’ve been talking to Corey about it, trying to do some research online (I advise against this! There’s a whole lotta crazy out there!) and just trying to feel out what’s right for us. It was giving me knots in my stomach thinking about it, but I think that’s what being a parent is all about — wanting to make the right choice for your child. And getting all worked up? That’s just part of it.

But the truth is, it is flu season and however you choose to protect yourself the only important thing is that you do indeed protect yourself and those around you. And not just from the flu, from everything. Keep your germs to yourself, thanks! We’ve been downing green juices and shots of apple cider vinegar (and then doing mean shoulder shuffle because that stuff is hard to swallow) and washing our hands like crazy. Getting sick is not something I’m interested in. Not now, not ever.

It all starts with prevention. That’s why when I was contacted by Curel, I jumped at the chance to try out one of their kids kits:  Curel Kids Kit

I still swear by the Burts Bee’s cream-to-powder. We use it every night and since we started, there has been no diaper rash to speak of. And any open rash is susceptible to an infection and I’d rather not slather zinc oxide all over my baby’s little tush if I don’t have to. And their hand sanitizer? The best. I don’t worry if I have to spray one of Cooper’s toys with it because it’s not filled with perfumes and glitter like those other ones we’re all guilty of carrying around and the aloe keeps my hands from totally drying out.

Speaking of dry (how’s that for a transition?), while we’re lucky to have such a mild winter here in South Florida we’re obviously in the minority so I have no advice about dealing with it. But I will say the Itch Defense lotion is the ONLY thing that works for my sister’s eczema and it’s sometimes it’s hard to find so my mom has been known to clear a shelf when she sees it.

Luckily, we don’t have to worry about lice right now (can you get lice if you don’t really have any hair?) but I know the day will come when it’s lice check day at school and it’s so reassuring to know there’s a product out there without all the harsh chemicals. When I was in elementary school there was a girl with the prettiest hair all the way down to her butt. We were all so jealous. Well, lice check day came and went and on Monday morning her long, beautiful hair was cut into a helmet shaped bob. Poor thing.

The point of all this? Mind your p’s and q’s this flu season and do your part from spreading your germs all around town. No one likes to be sick. Especially not a baby. So wash those hands already, will ya’?!

disclosure | this post was sponsored by Curel. all opinions are my own.