It has been forever. It takes SOO long to do anything when you have a couple of kids, am I right?
I am just trying to make it another 53 days, until M1 begins preschool. I am about as excited for her as I am for myself. She is so ready.
For those of you who don’t know me personally or aren’t friends with me on Facebook or Instagram, we had a bit of a scare with M2 a few weeks back, and I am only just finally recovering. M1 caught a cold and decided to share, which can become pretty serious for a six-week old. We ended up spending a pretty awful night in the ER (the nurses spent over an hour trying to just get an IV in to administer antibiotics). So, after a dozen needle pokes (including a spinal tap in his back), x-rays, and a catheter placement, we spent a few days in Pediatrics to be monitored and given IV antibiotics. I am trying not to panic, but rather be balanced when it comes to safeguarding my kids against germs and letting them explore the world. The world can be a pretty scary place, but it is also exciting and full of wonder.
Oh, and the verdict was out as to whether or not M2 has a dairy allergy until a few days ago. He does. It took a few days of experimenting (i.e.: me eating yogurt and ice-cream) and a few more days of colic and smelly green diapers to recognize the unfortunate truth. So, so long pizza and yogurt and soft imported cheeses, we shall meet again, someday. I’m planning on trying goat cheese in a week or two. Fingers and toes are crossed. I might even braid my hair.
As far as my art goes, I am still working out when I am going to post all my new prints on my shop, but it should be in the next month or two. I am also hoping to begin a new project, work on new prints for the shop, and continue an old project, the El Monte Projects.
I love my kids to pieces, but I can’t wait to get back to work!!!!!!!!!!!!
Current goal: Survive the summer.
Hope you all are having a great summer!
I’ve been wanting to post an official “birth story” post, and I keep thinking, “I’ll get to that soon,” and then I woke up and realized Teddy turned 5 weeks old yesterday. So, here I am again typing from my phone. Here is me:
M1 (Monster #1) has a runny nose and woke up from nap time fussy and upset. I think I actually let her play at the playground too long yesterday. Can you blame me?
M2 is a cuddly sweet monster, whom we suspect may have a dairy allergy. He will be in a deep sleep and then just wake up and totally FREAK out. He also does this sort of unpleasant gagging/spit-up thing whenever he is lying flat on his back. So I am officially off all dairy, since we are breastfeeding. Off. All. Dairy. You have no idea what that means until you try it. That means all desserts that are truly delicious, some breads that have milk in them, not to mention pizza and, sniff…CHEESE. Apparently it can take two weeks for dairy to get out of your system, so we are in a trial phase at the moment. Meanwhile, I’m pretty much holding him non-stop, which is physically exhausting, but totally fine. Newborns are pretty cute. Here is a photo of the little guy I snapped at the park yesterday. You can really see the orange in his hair in this one.
So, right now I am in survival mode. I’m trying not to feel too bad about letting M1 watch a little more TV than I’d like and not stressing over the dishes piling up beside the sink or the posts that remain unwritten or the art I’m not making. It’s funny, but perhaps because I am so tired or the calming effects of breastfeeding, I don’t feel overwhelmed by all this, I’m really just soaking up every moment, since I know they are so temporary.
(And apparently I need to work on keeping my thumb out of the camera lens…oh well)
I wish I were that diligent blogger, posting minutes after the baby is born an article with amazing photos and charming dialogue of the event. Or perhaps, the blogger who purposely chooses to “savor the moment,” intentionally waiting to blog until the big event has past. The truth is, well, we did get some decent photos, and we did bask in the wonder that is childbirth, but the real reason I haven’t blogged anything for over a month now is because I am freaking exhausted.
That being said, the shop is now up once again and here is some eye candy of our precious new “M2” (aka: Monster #2)
Theodore “Teddy” Lawrence James Gordon
For those of you who don’t live in San Diego, you may not know there is a heat wave going on. Today is the third day the thermometer will be edging up near 100 degrees.
My brain and my body are officially fried.
In other more delightful news, my sister gave birth to her baby last Sunday. I can’t wait to meet Miss Castine Elizabeth and I hate that they are so far away.
This puts the age difference between my future little bundle, set to be extracted from my body on May 14th and his cousin at a mere 17 days apart! (That is of course, unless Teddy decides to come earlier).
Over the last week, I’ve literally gotten almost nothing accomplished in my shop. There have been so many distractions (ie: new baby, heat waves, pesty toddlers), non-stress tests, and just pure fatigue that I’m realizing that maybe I should postpone updating my shop until after the baby comes. I apologize if this blog becomes a bit dormant for a few weeks. I am going to at least try and update my Instagram regularly.
I’m sure I was going to write more here, but like I said, be it the hormones or the heat or being at war with the terrible twos, something has come and stolen my brain. I hope to get it back soon. Give it back whom/what ever you are!!
Blessings to you All!
Here’s me on Sunday, before the heat wave….no I will not do an “after heat wave” picture.
Wait for me…wait for me…wait for me…
I plead, I beg.
I may not be moving at the required speed of most internet blogs/shops, but I promise I am moving in a forward direction.
I’ve got my chopsticks and I am picking up one grain of rice at a time and placing it in my bowl.
The pregnancy really has slowed me down. For example, I had my usual time to work during nap time yesterday, however, for a moment, I noticed floaters obstructing my vision, which scared me. I decided to lay down instead. I am okay with normally plowing through fatigue, but the degree which you can “push the limits” shifts drastically during pregnancy.
I also like to blame my toddler a lot. It really isn’t fair how little sleep she needs. Last night she was asleep around 8pm, woke up around 1:45AM, and then the ty-runt was up again ready to start the day at 5:30! She was in a charming mood all morning, and will probably only nap for an hour and fifteen minutes this afternoon. She JUST turned TWO, mind you. *grrr* They say that this a sign of intelligence, but I have been praying relentlessly that baby #2 is a cuddly, sleepy little thing (Another reason why I agreed to naming him “Teddy.” I want him to be a snuggly little bear of a baby).
Other news on the home front:
I feel like the last six months have been a waiting game; it has really put a perspective on what I choose to be anxious about. I worried a lot about the Down Syndrome testing, but when we had to take the Cystic Fibrosis test (both of which turned out negative), I didn’t let the thoughts take over my brain. My husband lost his job in October, but then he found three other jobs to hold us over for the last few months.
So now, we wait again:
We are still looking for a new job, and there are potentials on the horizon, but it seems like they make you wait until you are about ready to scream and stomp and shout and yell profanities about how horrible their company is, etc., etc. I don’t even care, I just want him to have the job! Aghgh! *sorry, this is still a little fresh*
We also are planning on moving to a larger space in the next month or so, and obviously, the additional income would be extremely helpful.
And then of course, we wait, I wait, for this squirming thing inside me to finish growing, so I can at least reclaim part of my internal organs.
I really don’t like the “waiting” feeling, and I am trying realllllly hard to appreciate the present, but sometimes it is difficult.
Anyways, thanks for listening. If you ever need to get something off of your shoulders, I am all ears (maybe distracted and overtired ears, but ones that can hear nonetheless).