Young and Restless Hops and Babies

First and foremost, I want to apologize to the people who actually care that I haven't posted in three weeks. Like I said in my last post, babies are quite the time suck. And I know that there are plenty of moms out there with a gajillion kids running around and THEY still find time to blog thankyouverymuch, but be patient with me. I'm still trying to figure out what's going on.

Seriously, if I want to eat something, I have to plan ahead. I no longer have the luxury of thinking, "Oh, I'm hungry" and then immediately waltz into the kitchen for food. Lately, if I put the baby down for longer than ten minutes, she has an honest-to-goodness meltdown. Which leaves me enough time to cook my meal, but not enough time to eat it. I swear, this child has a Spidey Sense of when I plan on eating. She could be in a dead sleep and as soon as I sit down to eat... BOOM. Crying. But it's not the "waah" kind of crying. Oh no. It's more like, "OHMAHGAHMOMMYHELPMEI'MDYING" cry. The neighbors probably think I'm cutting her skin off. 

Alexa has recently learned that the longer she stays awake, the sillier mommy gets. It's a vicious cycle. First, I'll rock her tirelessly. Then, I'll swing her. Then, I'll plead with her. Then, I'll cry. But, when she finally DOES fall asleep, I've discovered that sneaking out of her nursery is like trying to diffuse a bomb. Seriously. ONE noise will wake her up. However, that's only in the first ten minutes of her nap. If she decides to sleep for four hours, like she normally does, it's nearly impossible to wake her up. I can tickle her, poke her face, blow raspberries on her tummy... nothing. She'll flail about for a second, but then she'll go right back to sleep. It's infuriating. She sleeps when I want her awake, and is awake when I want her to sleep. 

...Unless daddy's at home.

Oh, that's another story altogether. Let's just say that she'll sleep so that he can play video games, but won't give me ten minutes to shower.

Snot.

ANYWAY. Guess what? I've been chosen to be the lovely Christa's co-host for her Restless Blog Hop. This hop is super popular and is an awesome way to meet new bloggers and also get more followers. The rules are:

1. You MUST follow Christa via the button below.
2. You MUST follow the co-host for that week. (That's me!)
3. You MUST leave a comment on my blog or Christa's.
4. You MUST place the Hop button somewhere on your post.

That's it! Simple, right? You'd be surprised how many people neglect to comment, though. So, first, follow Christa:

Second, follow me: 

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Third, use the Hop button: 

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Lastly, comment and LINK UP!

Happy Hopping!

...And I Shall Call Her Mini Me

Most husbands will never understand the goings on between a mother and child while they are at work. I say this because every night when Nick gets home, the baby is cool, calm and collected, and he can't fathom why I'm so strung out.

"What's the matter? She's not even crying."

"Not NOW she isn't. She would only nap if I was holding her, and if I happened to leave the room she'd have a nervous breakdown."

"Aw, that's cute."

"Yes. It's so cute that she hasn't let me shower in two days..."

But, really. It's not that way every day. But there are days when she only sleeps when I'm holding her and has what can only be described as Vietnam Flashbacks if I happen to leave her line of vision. However, when I finally get her to stop fighting naptime and see her little angel face sleeping, all of the frustration melts away.

I'm to the point now that I don't need to sleep whenever she sleeps anymore. Now, I look forward to naptime so that I can get things done. Like showering. Or eating. I haven't quite gotten the green light from my doctor to begin any kind of exercise regimen other than a leisurely walk with the stroller. Frankly, I've been too afraid to do any kind of lifting or twisting, anyway. The C-Section was my first surgery ever, and I'm a bit paranoid that my intenstines will come gushing out at any moment. Granted, I'm not following "the rules" 100%. I was told not to climb stairs for four to six weeks. Um. Right. Nursery is upstairs. Food is downstairs. I'll take my chances with the stairs. Besides, they aren't NEARLY as difficult to climb now that I'm no longer pregnant. Today, I actually climbed the stairs two at a time. But, to be fair, it was only because they're hideously squeaky and I had JUST gotten Alexa to sleep. Sue me.

Has anyone ever told you that you look just like your parents? Well, check this out...





This poor kid is going to look just like me. Even my mother was a little freaked out when she saw the baby for the first time. I mean, I figured she'd have some features that resembled mine, but I certainly didn't think I'd have a clone. How horrifying. My mom had always threatened that I'd have a child just like me...

Anyway, I apologize for the lack of humor and consistency in my posts. Babies really are a time suck.

Happy Thursday!