9 Months

Our little Tai man was a skunk for Halloween. He stayed awake long enough to earn us some great candy, then fell asleep right before he could win the Kings photo competition. (Lazy, pure laziness.) Also the skunk suit was made to fit a 3 year old. My kid isn't that huge. We just figured extra leg space = extra warmth.

Heck yes. (Watching him crawl around with a foot of leg space dragging behind him was the highlight of the night.)

On a side note-every person at the trunk or treat picked out something "suitable for a baby." Either they thought we would actually feed it to our nine month old, or they were plotting against us. Regardless, the lady who picked out malted milk balls obviously had a death wish for Tai. Seriously. Who picks out Malted Milk Balls and says "he will love these." Um. Yeah. Love to get those throat sized things lodged in his windpipe....

Sorry.

Anyways.

We also humiliated him this month by making him wear a panda hat to Walmart, a mustache pacifier...everywhere, and dressing him like a girl (okay that was my little sisters babysitting him.)

Ahhh. The real reason people have kids. Humiliation 101.

Other milestones-caught him trying to take a bath in the toilet, and he ate toilet paper for breakfast.

To mix that up we attempted making him sleep in his crib, and you can pretty much see how that went...

This is the life ;)

Just throwing it out there.

Can I just throw it out there that I am sick of baby mama drama?

And no not the Maury kind.

The moms who talk crap on other moms to make themselves feel better drama.

Here is the thing. It's not your place. No one is a perfect parent, and to assume we aren't trying our very hardest is just no good.

Are you trying your hardest as a mom/dad/caretaker? Me too!

So who has the right to say I didn't breastfeed long enough? Or that I gave up or that I'm being lazy.

For anyone who thinks that, and is bored enough to gossip to my best friends: I was pumping more hours a day than I was doing anything else. I did it in the bathroom at work. I would pump while my baby cried. While he slept. While he ate. And I got hardly anything. I got 3 oz when he needed 8 and then i was pumping again. My milk was clear.

And no- you can't just create what your baby needs. I was actually taking MEDICINE to try and produce more. So how is it yours, or anyone else's, place to say you are disappointed in me giving up?

Screw you. Stop talking about my boobs.

While we are on the subject, I'm not being selfish, lazy or a bad parent by working. I'm doing what I have to.

If I was selfish I would sit on my butt and watch Vampire Diaries and eat Bon Bons and snuggle my baby.

Working is not selfish. It's completely unselfish. It's what I do to help my family. That's what my family needs.

So how about instead of talking bad about me, and everyone else's failure to parent as good as you, let's not.

Lets work on our own marriage, family, child rearing and decisions for ourselves.


Okay? Cool.

And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, this probably wasn't meant for you. Have a good day!