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Posted: July 17th, 2012 | Author: | Filed under: Parenting | Tags: #Judahthetank, Firsts | 2 Comments »

I have had a hard time letting go of Judah’s curls. A *really* hard time. I guess I had a hard time cutting the boys hair too- they didn’t get a cut until the day before Judah was born. Kind of the final nod to the fact that they were, in fact, growing up and no longer my babies.  It would´ve been easier to go to Championsgate Salon to get their hair cut.

Well, Judah will be 2 in less than a month and since we were in Kansas City and my sister is the fabulous stylist that she is, and because it just seems fitting that she gets their first haircuts instead of some random person at the kids salon, I took a deep breath and let go of the curls.

Well, a few of them. I think she might have gotten an inch or so off the back. Of course I kept a few locks. I may not have a formal baby book with any actual writing in it, but you will find all sorts of keepsakes like that peppered throughout the house in little boxes.

Here are some pics from the main event- quite blurry, not sure what the settings were as I was not manning the camera but instead trying to keep Judah still. He did a great job sitting, especially after she put the cape on him. He took it all very seriously!

Ryon Matthews, Mood Swings Salon Kansas City

Ryon Matthews, mood Swings Salon, Kansas City

Ryon Matthews, Mood Swings Salon Kansas City

Ryon Matthews, Mood Swings Salon, Kansas City

Ryon Matthews, Mood Swings Salon, Kansas City

Ryon Matthews, Mood Swings Salon, Kansas City

Doesn’t he look thrilled!  I’m glad it’s done.  I’m happy with the results.  I’m hoping his hair stays curly (we have plenty of curls in this family so I would be surprised if none of my kids inherited them).  But yeah…he’s getting older.  Getting bigger.  Growing up!

:::SOB:::


Enjoy it While it Lasts!

Posted: January 12th, 2012 | Author: | Filed under: Breastfeeding Blog Hop | Tags: #Judahthetank, Breastfeeding, Breastfeeding Blog Hop | 10 Comments »

This post is part of the weekly Breastfeeding Blog hop hosted by myself and Marah over at Happiness Redefined (formerly Diary of a Devil Dog Wife- update your bookmarks and subscriptions!) and Lori at The Gnome’s Mom. We’ll tackle a new topic pertaining to breastfeeding easch week so join us and link up you posts!

This week we are talking about Tips and Tricks to Breastfeeding an Older Infant or Toddler!

Now, Judah and I barely made it past his 1st Birthday and he’d been weaning himself since he could crawl, so I don’t have a lot of experience to pull from once you get past the infant stage. I think the things that were biggest for us were:

– Lose the distractions! If I was on my phone or reading a book he was not happy about it- he wanted my full attention at all times. When he was younger he didn’t notice or didn’t care. As he got older he’d let me know he was not pleased by my inattention with a well placed bite.

– If your nursling starts to get squirmy while NIP, lose the cover. Once we hit a certain age Judah wanted nothing to do with a nursing cover so we figured out how to be discreet without actually covering him up. I have read that as time goes on it gets increasingly tough to NIP, so once you hit a year, NIP may become a thing of the past and that’s OK.

– Let them decide when they want to wean. I agonized about weaning- Were we going to hit my goal of one year? How long was I prepared to go? At what point do I cut off the nighttime sessions?* I finally just made this all be up to Judah and stopped worrying about it.

– Last but not least, ENJOY this! It’s going to end at some point and you might not get a heads up. Relish these moments with your baby snuggled close.

There are quite a few moms in this hop that have nursed much longer than I have, I am interested in seeing what their tips are- I know some other hoppers are looking forward to them as well!

*we made it to a year, I was absolutely ready to be done when we finally finished and the nighttime sessions were the last to go.


Judah Says: GO!

Posted: December 12th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Parenting | Tags: #Judahthetank | 3 Comments »

There isn’t much cuter than the maniacal laughter of a toddler:


The Big Red Chair

Posted: September 1st, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Breastfeeding | Tags: #Judahthetank, Breastfeeding, Breastfeeding Blog Hop | 6 Comments »

I spent a lot of 2010 and 2011 sitting in The Big Red Chair.

It was my spot.

The couch had been my spot with the twins, but we had long since bounced that thing to death and every time you sit on it you hear a nice THUNK as *something* hits the ground.  What can I say, my kids have never liked to rock.  They like to bounce.  Bouncing kills couches.

I quickly found out that bounced to death couches do not make for very supportive nursing environs.  So we moved it to the chair.  The Big Red Chair.

I held court from my nursing throne for hours on end in that chair.

Me, my baby, sometimes a Boppy, sometimes my pillow.  Always my Blackberry.  The second I sat down in that chair, he knew what was coming.

I have to say, there were days I was afraid I would never be able to do anything other than nurse in that chair.  Ever.  But eventually, things slowed down a bit.  Judah started eating solid food.  Then he realized he could get down and play with his brothers.  Then he started walking and all of a sudden I had very limited time in The Big Red Chair.  He’d nurse for 30 seconds, hop down and take off.

I don’t even remember the last time we nursed in The Big Red Chair.  Night-time feeds were always in bed and those were the last to go.

Now as I rush through my day I long to stop and sit in The Big Red Chair and cuddle my strawberry blond boy, but he is much too busy for cuddling these days.

This post is part of the Breastfeeding Blog Hop hosted by Jen, Marah and myself which runs every Thursday and Friday.  Link up your post!  This weeks topic is: Where Do You Breastfeed?


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380 Days

Posted: August 29th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Breastfeeding | Tags: #Judahthetank, Breastfeeding, Weaning | 9 Comments »

We made it to a year, getting in those all important late night and early morning sessions until August 17th.  On the 18th he wanted nothing to do with me.

Done.

All I could think was how I wish I had known the 17th was the last day.

But I was good.

We made it to a year!  That was the goal.

Then came the 19th.

John put him in bed with me early that Friday morning and in his sleepy haze he rooted around until he found what he was looking for.

And he nursed forever.  Then I unlatched him and let him drift back to sleep like we’d done  hundreds of times.

And I knew that this was *it*.

The last time.  One last chance.

380 days.

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Eleven O Five

Posted: August 4th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Birth | Tags: #Judahthetank, Happy Birthday | 2 Comments »

When I was pregnant with Judah we knew he was going to be big. I mean, that’s what it seemed like from the ultrasounds. It’s hard to tell with Polyhydramnios though, all that fluid skews things a bit.

When he was pulled out my OB said “He’s not 6 pounds!” to which I said “He’s not even 6 pounds?!” Oh no, he was bigger than 6 pounds.

OK, I thought, that makes more sense.

About 20 seconds later the nurse looked over the blue curtain and said “Erin, eleven O five!” to which I naturally replied “He Weighs 11 pounds 5 ounces?!”

No, that was the time.

Born at a healthy 8 pounds, 6 ounces at 11:05am on Wednesday August 4th.

This is the first photo of me holding him:

Less than an hour old and already nursing!

And a year later:

Judah is 1 year old!

Happy Birthday Judah the Tank!


Mama’s Boy

Posted: July 14th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Breastfeeding | Tags: #Judahthetank, Blog Hop, Bonding, Breastfeeding | 7 Comments »

Judah entertains himself in the car

There is one thing I wanted before my youngest was born.  I wanted a clingy, comes to me only baby who loved to nurse and couldn’t get enough of me.  I am pretty sure I said I wanted one that was “all mine” on more than one occasion.  I wanted a Mama’s Boy.

Well, I got what I wished for.

Judah and I have been pretty much inseparable since he was born.  I like it that way.  He’s a handful and I don’t get nearly as much done as I’d like to, but  I feel like I missed out on that with the twins.  They are Daddy’s Boys, which is great, but kind of sad for me.  Sure, we have a bond, but it’s not quite the same as what I have with Judah.  Judah is like my little blond shadow. An exhausting, but adorable shadow.

I’m fairly certain I can thank the endless hours of nursing and bed-sharing for this closeness.  I’m so glad we’ve persevered and gotten as far as we have!  We are mostly nursing at night now, right before he goes down, then again before I go to bed a few hours later and if he wakes up in the middle of the night.  He’s usually back in our bed when Yogi Dad goes to work in the morning.  If he hits a rough patch during the day we’ll sit and nurse for a few minutes and things are all better.

I spend a lot of time during the day with him attached to my legs as I do dishes or cook meals or check email.  Pretty much anytime I stand still means I will have a little head bobbing against my thighs, I’m getting very good at walking around with him holding onto my legs.  He thinks it’s hysterical! 

This past weekend we traveled with  my mom and Sister to Kansas City and there were plenty of moments where I questioned my sanity in bringing him with.  But we’re still nursing.  And I just can’t justify stopping just so I can have a nice leisurely trip. I’m letting him lead the way with weaning and I imagine cutting him off abruptly would rock his little world.  I don’t want to do that.  Even if others don’t understand or agree with it.  Two is the new recommendation, right?

This post is part of the Breastfeeding Blog Hop hosted by Life with Levi and co-hosted by Diary of a Devil Dog Wife and myself.  The hop runs every Thursday and Friday.


Crying over Spilled Milk

Posted: June 16th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Breastfeeding | Tags: #Judahthetank, Blog Hop, Breastfeeding, Lincoln, Lincolnton and Wy, Mom stuff, Nursing in Public, Wyatt | 13 Comments »

This post is a part of the weekly Breastfeeding Blog Hop hosted by Life with Levi and co-hosted by Diary of a Devil Dog Wife and myself. The hop runs every Thursday and Friday, we’d love it if you linked up your pertinent posts!

Those first few days home from the hospital are always so crazy at our house. The first time around it was because we had two babies and well, two babies is a bit crazy. The second time around it was because we had toddler twins and a newborn…I’m still going to blame the crazy on the twins. (Seriously, people who compare having “Irish” twins to having actual twins are kidding themselves. But that’s besides the point.)

Back to my story!

The first time I pumped at home after Judah was born and actually got something that was enough to get excited about…I accidentally dumped it all over my counter when I went to pour it into my little breast milk freezer bags. Awesome. When you have supply issues you never want to waste a drop, but there I was watching it drip onto the floor.

In my mind there was a slow motion scream like you’d see in the movies (Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!) but in reality it was more like “mother effing blankity blank blank blank @##%#%^$^!!!!”. I get a little salty in real life.

As someone with low supply I vacillate between wanting to never waste a drop and feeling like it doesn’t really matter because tomorrow there might not be anything left anyways, so what’s the point. I know, it’s kind of a harsh reality, but there you go.

I suppose in the grand scheme of things, a few ounces of spilled milk is really nothing to cry over. I mean, I could have had a much bigger breastfeeding accident. Although I’m not sure what that might be…severed nipples?

What would you consider a breastfeeding “Ooops”?


Judah in Motion

Posted: June 9th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Living in the City | Tags: #Judahthetank, house tour, video, walking | 8 Comments »

I went to sort through all of the boys clothes to find all the missing 2T Summer clothes and what I found was a whole bunch of damp boxes. So boo to that.

Judah was sitting in the laundry room amongst the dampish clothes waiting to be washed reading his book so I thought I should get out the video camera. This kid loves the camera!

It’s kinda long, but he does show his newest trick towards the end.

I love this kid.


BFBH Week 23: Back to Work!

Posted: June 9th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Breastfeeding | Tags: #Judahthetank, Blog Hop, Blogging, Breastfeeding, Family, Feelings, Lincoln, Lincolnton and Wy, Nursing in Public, Pumping, Wyatt | 8 Comments »

This post is part of the Breastfeeding Blog hop, hosted each Thursday and Friday by Life with Levi and co-hosted by myself and Diary of a Devil Dog Wife. The topic is new every week, join us!

During both of my pregnancies I knew that I would be going back to work at some point. For better or worse, that was the plan. Because of this I started pumping pretty much from day one. Maybe day two. I was always feed, pump, supplement or feed, pump, freeze. Always the pumping.

Of course I pumped at work as well. I was lucky in the fact that I had my own office where I could hole up and pump three times a night, but for the most part it wasn’t enough. Because of certain rules my company had in place, I was only afforded two 15-minute breaks and one 30-minute break. It would have been much better for my if I had been able to do three 20-minutes breaks, but it wasn’t an option. 15 minutes to set up, pump through 2 let-downs and clean-up and be back to work? It’s almost impossible. but, I suppose as long as I was given the option and the space to do it they don’t have to go out of their way to make it work for me.

Because of supply issues I was never able to build up any sort of stash for Judah. There were many mornings (I worked overnight) that my husband would frantically call and want to know if I could get home early because the milk was gone and Judah was going crazy. Of course I was a good little breastfeeding Mama and I didn’t dare let him have formula. It was so much better to torture him by not letting him eat! That’s sarcasm, in case you didn’t catch it. Eventually I did have to get formula because I couldn’t keep leaving work early and I was already pumping around the clock and nursing and it was never ever enough. He was like a bottomless pit.

In my experience, I really don’t know how you can sustain both breastfeeding and pumping while working. I could see exclusively pumping, because you aren’t feeding the baby and then trying to build up a stash with what is left, one or two ounces at a time. Judah could put down 8 ounces in a sitting at 3 months old. I could only pump between 2-6 ounces in a session. It just never equaled out.

Eventually I ended up staying home and although it wasn’t the only reason or even the main reason, a big reason we came to the decision was to salvage what was left of breastfeeding with Judah. I had to quit my job to make it work. In the months that followed I spent the better part of my day parked on the couch with Judah nursing and me tweeting on my Blackberry. A lot of things didn’t get done, but the most important thing was nursing Judah.

And that was enough for me.