6 MONTHS...OH THE POO!

Boy does time fly.  A couple of days ago X turned six months old.  I know I often say this, but it feels like yesterday when X's dad and I were bringing him home from the hospital.  He was so tiny and fragile and now he's this giant baby.  I'm still not sure on his most recent stats since his six month check-up isn't until Monday, but I think he's around 18lbs.  That's 12lbs heavier than his birth weight.  I can barely carry his car seat while he's in it.  He's sitting up like a pro now, and is starting to try the crawling thing out.  It's so cute when he puts his butt up in the air trying to move.  Something else that is also growing...err...getting larger, are his poops.  Man this baby has some massive poops.  So far in this week alone we've had 3 blow outs.  WTF!?!  Does everyones baby shit this much??  I know what you're thinking.  I must be using diapers that are too small.  But no.  It's not that.  This little baby is a poop monster.  Ick!

 On that note, the other day X's dad and I went to eat lunch and our waitress mentioned that she too has a 6 month old.  This girl was tiny.  Like skinny.  Like I couldn't even tell she had a baby.  I immediately wanted to stop shoving food in my mouth, but that didn't happen because I like food way too much right now.  I mean...just 5 minutes ago I threw down not one, but two, yes two, cheese rolls from Porto's.  Those things are my kryptonite.  See...this is why I can't shake the damn baby weight.  I originally had a one month goal, but that failed miserably.  Then I thought that by the six month mark I'd be back in my normal clothes.  Nope.  This fatty is still rocking the elastic waist bands.  So gross.  Look at me.  So pathetic.  Talk about #firstworldproblems.

Coincidentally I'm also on Yelp trying to find a baby friendly happy hour spot.  I am my own worst enemy.  The booze.  The food.  Gluttony at it's finest.  #YOLO?  Tomorrow X has a mall date with his buddy Jeremy.  I'm really going to try my hardest to 1) not buy everything I see and 2) not eat everything I see.  #Thestruggleisreal.  Are the hashtags getting annoying?  I can't help it.  I'm in a mood.

X has not been sleeping well at all lately.  He's been waking up multiple times at night.  He's going through a growth spurt and teething and I've heard that, that could be the cause for his sleep struggles, but g** damn.  I miss sleep.  I thought sleep was supposed to increase as they get older.  I think I have a defect.  What makes it worse is that I'm a night owl and I don't usually go to sleep until 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning, so when I'm barely entering REM X is waking up which totally screws me up.  I've tried sleeping earlier, but it's so hard for me.  I like having my alone time.  It's my time to work on the things I need to do without having to entertain X, like this blog for example, and Yelping happy hour spots.  Night time is also, as you all know, my favorite time to indulge in my trashy TV addiction.  Sleep is important, but I love my trashy TV.  I need.  And with that I'm going to end this post here because I still have some Yelpin' to do and some TV to watch.  G'night y'all!

*I remember saying that I wouldn't post super embarrassing pictures of X on this blog but I take that back.  Those massive shits son.  The ones that require rinses in the sink.  I've earned this.