4 MONTHS

We made it another month!  Yay!  X is still in tact and X's dad and I are still sane.  I'm not going to lie.  It hasn't been all rainbows and unicorns.  Parenting is hard, but trying to find that common ground and co-parent is even harder, especially when you're dealing with someone who is your polar opposite.  Both X's dad and I have our faults, like anyone else, and getting into a groove has been difficult, but we're getting there.

In X related news, up until a few hours ago there really wasn't any exciting news.  Same old thing different day, until...X rolled over!  Yes, I'm sure this sounds familiar.  This time he rolled from back to front.  He looks so proud after he does it, it's just too cute.  It's crazy watching him grow and develop.  I'm still getting used to the fact that I'm a mom.  It's only been four months, but the rate at which X is changing makes me feel like more time has passed.  It's true what they say...babies grow so fast.  Just last week X had a playdate with a group of my friends and their babies.; before I know it all the babies will be crawling, and then walking, and then...oh man, I don't even want to think that far ahead.  I think I just aged 20 years.

As I write this my little monkey is swinging away on his Nuna beckoning me in his cute baby voice, to hurry up and carry him.  As each day passes he gets more and more vocal, and unfortunately he doesn't come with a mute button, so this is where I'm going to end this post.  My boss is calling me and I do not want to piss him off.

SAYING GOODBYE...

So this isn't exactly an X related post, but it's something I felt like sharing.  Yesterday was a sad day for my parents and me as we had to unexpectedly euthanize our cat of almost 14 years.  I haven't been so sad in a while.  He was a member of our family and I had hoped to get a few more years with him; I had hoped X would have been able to get to know him better.

If you have ever had a pet then you know the pain involved in losing them, especially when it comes on suddenly.  I won't go into details of why we had to put him down since the wounds are still fresh, but it was the best decision for him.  I wanted to be selfish and just take him home and let him ride it out just so we could all get that extra time with him, but I couldn't...we couldn't let him live in pain and discomfort.  35 hours later and the emptiness radiates throughout my house.  Even X couldn't mend this broken heart.  Alpine was a great companion, friend, and cat.  He is irreplaceable and will forever be missed.  I ♥ you Alpine.   

  

TRASHY TV & TEETHING TANTRUMS

It's been a minute since I've last posted.  Yes, I forgot...again.  Yes...I am lying.  I'm really just super lazy.  Most of my day is consumed by my little man, and my nights, well...he owns those too; him and my trashy TV addiction.  Hey, we all have our vices, mine just so happen to be alcohol and reality TV.  So as you may have guessed, I am writing this post, struggling to stay awake while catching up on the latest RHONY episode (all them bitches be cray); my pump awaits me, and I am forcing myself to get this post up before my child looks back and wonders why his life started becoming less important the older he got.  Whoops.  See, I keep meaning to write up a post.  In fact I had a whole post written up, but then decided against it since it was more of a "let me talk shit about everyone that I hate right now" kind of post.  Ahh..the regret I may have endured had I not rethought that.  But now, here I am, blank screen and time ticking away, trying to remember what, if anything, has happened between my last post and now.

A couple Saturdays ago X got to hang with his super cool aunties and new bff Jeremy.  I love how I can just hand him off to someone and just walk away.  I hope this doesn't change.  I mean later I'm going to have to teach him the whole "stranger danger" thing, but for now, I'm obviously not going to be handing him off to some random person.  This past Saturday X attended his first birthday party...well, first kid's birthday party.  He was a trooper, and allowed his dad and me to have some fun with our friend Mark...Maker's Mark that is.  Fun times.  Thanks for letting us have some fun baby!  And thanks to all our impromptu baby sitters throughout the day/night.  I'm sure X had a blast hanging out with all his little baby friends.

Other than those two main outings, nothing memorable really happened...as far as I can remember.  I want to say we went somewhere or did something for memorial day weekend, but now I can't even remember if I already posted something covering that week, and I'm too lazy to click a link and check...soo...yeah.  

Oh...wait...I'm pretty sure my little chubbster is in the beginning stages of teething.  He's almost four months so I guess this is when that sort of thing can start happening.  I mean, it seems so soon.  I always thought that it started happening when babies were like one, but hey, what do I know.  I don't even sterilize X's bottles or my pump parts, and I'm not going to lie when I say I've dropped X's pacifier and proceeded to give it back to him without washing it.  OMG don't call CPS on me.  It's not like I'm dropping it on the ground in a public place and doing that.  So yeah.  Those little nubbin's of white are starting to peek through and boy is X Mr. Cranky Pants.  Actually he's not that bad...yet.  I can see it changing any second though.  For now his hands and his swaddle are like his best friends, and if that's what's going to keep him cool, calm, and collected, then that's fine with me.

So, in the land of X, all is well for now.  He has an appointment with his pediatrician the Monday after next, and with that comes another update...if I don't get too lazy. 

*Sorry about the pictures being arranged all wiggity whacked.  Too lazy to fix.  Story of my life.