A New Found Respect for Single Parents

I just survived the longest night of my life.

It was full of fun filled events.

Getting peed on - check
Son getting his own pee in his face - check
Projectile spit up - check, and oh yes, check again.


4 outfits, 3 bibs and 2 burp cloths later. The child was up four times from 9pm - 5:15am. (Guess karma is really a bitch and I shouldn't have been bragging about his stellar sleeping skills, huh?)


Needless to say, Randy is getting a hand off as soon as he lands tonight. Mommy needs her sleep. And a stiff drink.

New Mommys Be Jealous

Keagan slept 8 hours last night.



Straight.


In a row.





And he's sleeping again now.







Don't hate the player. Hate the game.

You're So Vain...You Probably Think This Song Is About You

Say what you will. I know I'm vain. I know I worry about what I look like WAY too much sometimes. I know that I'm probably driving Randy crazy as I whine about the last 15 pounds, the fact that my size 8's aren't cutting it and these stretch marks (god love that man for putting up with me...seriously.)

But.


You will never. NEVER. EVER. See me posting my post Keagan belly pictures on the net.

~Clicky Here~

Do I give these ladies props? Sure. Just don't think I'll be rocking a bikini and stretch marks any time soon.

Mr. Crabby Pants

I think I picked the right outfit for today to say the least.

::lookingforwardtoglassofwinetonight::

For what it is worth....this was 1/2 hour later.

Please Submit Applications in a Timely Manner

Mr. Keagan Patrick, millionaire extraordinaire, is now accepting applications for Mrs. Keagan Patrick.

Must enjoy long walks at the lake, puppy kisses and warm bottles by lamplight.

Must also be tall (eventually), gorgeous and able to put up with an Irish/Polish temperament.

Please submit all applications in a timely manner. Mommy will notify all viable candidates in a timely fashion.

Love Letter - Month 1

Dear Keagan,

Well, you can't read yet but you already have quite a following not only on this blog, but in ::gasp:: real life too. I can't think of a better way to document how fast you are growing than to memorialize it in a letter. Granted, this idea has been stolen from several other bloggers I follow (Dooce, Di, Blair, etc.) so I'm definitely not original...but imitation is the highest form of flattery, yes?

To start...I'm flabbergasted. Just a month ago you were INSIDE me still! Making me eat awful things like coffee and caramel milkshakes and french fries (ok, so awful may be a bit of a stretch...I enjoyed it probably almost as much as you did).

You sure took your time coming - and were ridiculously stubborn and UPSIDE DOWN towards the end, but sure enough you came...screaming your fool head off! All 9lbs. 11.3oz of you. Big doesn't even begin to describe you, just like your Daddy. And folded in half to boot!

Needless to say it was love at first sight for all of us. Despite your screaming.

Over the past few weeks we've all been trying to feel eachother out, figure out what the heck we are supposed to do with one another. You're not an easy read little guy! But, over time we're getting the hang of it. Basically, you cry you are either a) hungry, b) wet, c) hungry or d) wanting to snuggle. Nine times out of ten it is a or c. Cranky pants that you are when you are hungry! (Ok, this is a trait from both Mommy and Daddy. Hey, at least you come by it naturally!)

The only family member that has been hesitant to accept you on cuteness alone is your big sister Skittles. She was VERY mad, especially at Mommy when we brought you home. She wouldn't even come in the same room with me for two days!! But, you've won her over finally. She follows us into the nursery when we're feeding or changing you. Your screams don't even bother her...I personally think she views you as a very noisy accessory. She's pretty much indifferent to you now...or at least pretends to be. She can't fool us though. She loves you.

You're starting to figure things out about yourself too. Like, while your hands do taste good they aren't in fact food. Or how to smile. Yes, it's probably gas...but damned if you aren't cute doing it!

All in all though you are sticking to what you know best...sleeping. You're REALLY impressing us with how good you sleep at night. Daddy will put you down around 10 and then you wake up between 1 - 2am and again at 5am. Today you slept until 6am!! Guess how happy that made Mommy! (Especially since Daddy gets the early am feedings!)

Basically little dude, we are hopelessly smitten with you and can't wait to see what you're going to be up to next. I'm sure you'll keep us on our toes, and I'm sure it isn't going to be easy...but we'll make it through. Good thing you're cute.

Wonder if the Horoscope People are Peeping in My Windows...

Cancer Weekly Horoscope beginning March 30, 2009

Your home environment appears to be a little shaky. (*Um...we are sleep deprived, you'd be a bit shaky with a four week old and a husband studying for an exam too.)

Your need to put great detail into everything you do may cause you to miss the overall picture. (*Yes, I like the laundry done, dishes washed and countertops NOT covered in crap...OCD? Probably, but the big picture sure is neat. Back off.)

Don`t vacillate about asking for assistance if you need it. (*Oh don't you worry, Randy gets his fair share of poopy diapers and midnight feedings.)

Ferret out information that will hold them responsible. (*It would be much easier to "ferret" out information if the one I needed information from could TALK!)

Your lucky day this week will be Saturday. (*I'm afraid to even touch this one.)