Category Archives: Oh Boy

Lincoln at 18 Months

How is my little man 18 months old!? We had his well check this morning, so I thought it’d be fun to do a quick update! This boy is super laid back and so happy… Unless you’re doing something he doesn’t want you to do or he’s doing something you don’t want him to. Ha.

It’s been a little while sine I’ve done one of these, so there’s more than a little bit to catch up on. (A recap of the monthly pics might be fun!)

Lincoln started walking at 11 months old and it didn’t take him long to start running. Andy and I have so much fun watching him run after/play with his sisters. He really idolizes them (especially Rylee). Unless Reese is trying to boss him around. Then he yells no at her. Sometime followed by hitting, pushing or hair pulling. Good times! But his sweet side shows any time he sees or hears one of his sisters crying. He immediately stops whatever he is doing and goes right to them, puts his face inches from their face and rubs their back or pays the top of their head.

Homeboy was rocking a pretty solid mullet until his first haircut at 13 months old. To be honest, the poor kid needed a haircut at 9 months, but his mullet was just too good to not make part of his Halloween costume. So We (I) dressed him up as Joe Dirt. Fricken hilarious! Since then he’s had 3 haircuts and is due to get another this weekend. So far I’ve done all of them. They never look that great but his hair is so blonde and so fluffy yet wirey it doesn’t make much of a difference.
He says a number of words and has even said a sentence – “I want more!” Words include: please, up, no, mama, daddy, Dante, Rylee, Ry, Reese, hi, bye, more, cheese, night night. His first word was Dante. Just like his sisters.

The stats: height: 32″ (34th percentile), weight: 22 lbs, 15 oz (31st percentile)

Likes: me (I’m still his favorite!), playing outside, pretend cooking, dancing, sword fighting, Dante, brushing his teeth, baths, messing with you if you’re lying on the floor.

Dislikes: being told no, Meat that’s not ground beef covered in taco seasoning, Drinking milk out of anything other than a bottle (Too bad that’s gonna change as of today no more bottle. Cold turkey.) Getting pushed around by his sisters, Me putting him down.

Sleep: He may have taken the longest to sleep through the night, but he’s making up for it now. He goes down for bed SO easily. At bedtime, as soon as his PJs are on, he makes his rounds to the family giving loves and waving good night. Then I take him into his room and we sit in the rocker. Within seconds of rocking he points to his crib. So I kiss him goodnight and put him in his crib. As I turn around to walk out, he blows me kisses, waves and says “night!”  I miss the snuggles but I love the easy routine.

I really have no words to describe how much I love love love this little man. He has my heart. I just… I’m his biggest fan. And I think I always will be.


Adventures in Breastfeeding

Nothing like coming out of semi-blog retirement and being all, “HEY GUYS! MISS ME? LET’S TALK ABOUT BOOBS!”

What can I say? I like to keep people on their toes.

It’s World Breastfeeding Week here on the good ole’ interwebs and something inside me has been calling me to write about this. There’s always talk {read: ridiculous debates} about breast vs. bottle, breastmilk vs. formula. It’s time to help shed some light on the standpoint of being somewhere in the middle. {get it!?} Both my girls were 100% breastmilk babies. But guess what, Lincoln is not.

And guess what else. That’s 100% okay.

We’re like Goldilocks and the three bears over here… only out of order, and we’re talking about breastmilk. Not porridge.

With Rylee, I never stuggled with milk making but I wouldn’t say I ever had an over-supply. Everything was juuust right. Then with Reese, I made a LOT of milk. So much, in fact, that my friends nicknamed me LilMissMilkGuns and I shared it with others. Now with Lincoln, I’m not producing enough, so I supplement with formula.

Somewhere around February or March, daycare was sending home reports that he gobbled down his bottle and was still crying like he was hungry. I took it with a bit of a grain of salt because I know that A) babies will drink more from bottles and B) breastmilk changes in nutritional value as babies grow so they shouldn’t need more. But after a couple weeks of that I started sending bigger bottles. As the month went on, I was struggling to keep up with the bigger bottles. My “extra” bottle I kept in the fridge would be used over the week to top off his bottles for daycare. I was adding pumping sessions before work if I had a few extra minutes. I was pumping on the weekends. I was drinking that nasty Mother’s Milk tea. I had a short work trip coming up, followed by a longer one a few weeks later. Needless to say, I was stressing.

The stress just wasn’t worth it. And it wasn’t working.

So I bought some formula.

To be honest, I was kind of expecting some big wave of relief to rush over me and then my body would be all “oh look at her not stressed at all. I’m gonna make more milk now.” But that never happened.

So I started supplementing. It was a pretty easy transition for Lincoln, thankfully.

Fast forward a couple of months to a week or so before Lincoln’s 9 month well check. I was getting frustrated with how little milk I was producing when I was pumping. He never seemed to have issues with not having enough over the weekends. I was ready to just throw in the towel with it all. I pressed on. Then at his well-check appointment the nurse was going over the standard questionnaire and asked about milk. I told him that Lincoln was getting both breastmilk and formula. Then he asked about how much of each. After some quick math, I realized that on average I’m still producing about 2/3 of the milk he needs.

Sometimes he gets bottles of 100% breastmilk. Sometimes he gets bottles of 100% formula. Most times, it’s some combo of the two.

Either way, I’m giving him everything I can. And he is happy. And thriving. And he loves me. And I am happy about that.

How could I NOT be happy about that?!

My point of sharing this story is this friends… Don’t get down on yourself if things don’t go the way you think they should. Don’t get down on yourself if things don’t go the way they did the last time. Do what you can because that’s all you can do. And certainly don’t get down on others for their baby-feeding choices (or in some/most cases, non-choices). Hopefully sharing our story will help someone feel better about the situation they are in, or at least know that there are options out there.

When your third kid sleeps though the night…

For the last three or so months, every night I’ve climbed into bed thinking “maybe tonight will be the night.” And every night at some point between the hours of 1 am and 3:30 am I’m up feeding Lincoln and thinking, “well, maybe tomorrow night…”

Then like magic it finally happened! Lincoln slept through the night!

The next night as Andy and I were getting ready for bed I was laughing thinking about the differences between the first, second, and third born kids.

When Rylee first slept through the night, she was just 6 weeks old. I remember waking up just after the normal wake up time wondering why she hadn’t cried out yet. After lying in bed for a few minutes and not hearing anything through the monitor, I panicked and I got up and went to make sure she was ok. Of course she was fine.

Fast forward about four years later. Reese slept through the night for the first time at about 10 weeks old. Again, I remember waking up just after her normal wake up time. Not hearing anything over the monitor I went back to sleep, tossing and turning as the night went on, occasionally waking to listen over the monitor.

Fast forward to present day. Lincoln is nearly 4 months old. Thursday night he slept through the night. And I realized it when my alarm went off on Friday morning.

Yup. Mom of the year right here! I never even stirred.

It happened two nights in a row, then he was up once again last night. I’m not expecting this to be an every night occurrence just yet, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m really looking forward to getting back into a regular thing with my good friend REM because it’s been far too long. IMG_8898.JPG

Oh boy! Lincoln at 3 months.

Our sweet boy turned 3 months old on January 1. Hard to believe yet it feels like he’s been a part of our family forever. I still get the occasional “holy crap we have a SON” thing but less so than when he was first born.

No clue how much he weighs or how long he is. At his 2 month check he was 11 lbs., 12 oz. and his next appt is at 4 months. My best guess? 12-ish pounds.

Likes: me, the swing, chewing on his fists, hanging out on his changing table

Dislikes: napping for longer than 30-45 minutes unless he’s in the swing of course, eating from a bottle. {Homeboy is in for a rude awakening come Monday.}

He Rolled over for the first time on 12/30.

Giggles started on 1/3! Oh there’s nothing better than baby giggles. And cue the ridiculous, annoying antics to try and get him to do it as often as possible. {Sorry not sorry.}

Sleep: every night I go to sleep thinking “maybe tonight is the night he sleeps through” and then every night I snap awake at the sound of baby cries over the monitor. It is getting progressively better. He goes to bed about 7:30, give or take 30 minutes depending on when we sit down for dinner. He nurses then I put him in his crib. Usually without crying. There’s normally one wake up anywhere between 1 AM and 3:30 AM. I feed him and he goes right back in his crib. Then he wakes up again about 4:30/5:30. Not to eat though. So we end up in the living room where he falls back to sleep in the swing and I snooze on the couch until my alarm goes off for the day.

Overall now that he’s out of the “newborn” stage he’s a pretty happy baby. He’s perfectly content chilling in his bouncy seat or swing or playmat. He just wants to know you’re close.

He’s settled nicely into his role of third born and we really couldn’t imagine life without him, or before him.


Oh Boy! 36 Weeks Belly to Belly to Belly


How far along? 36 weeks, 3 days
Total weight gain/loss: +27
Stretch marks? Still with the one right over the top of where my belly-button ring used to be.
Maternity Clothes: Yes and no. My favorite skirt to wear right now is not maternity. Most all my tops are “tenting” at the bottom, maternity or not. I realllly wish I could wear yoga pants to work.
Sleep: So inconsistent. One night I will be up 5+ times to pee and toss and turn just uncomfortable in general, then the next night I will sleep like a rock and only wake up once to pee at 5 am.
Best moment this month: Getting all 3 car seats in our cars. What a huge stress relief!
Movement: A lot. Afternoons about an hour or two after lunch it’s like he has a dance party with the moves.
Gender: Boy!
Labor Signs: Turns out crazy dance parties with your kids will make you have contractions. B-Hicks off and on, but nothing out of the ordinary. Last night as I was sitting in the living room I was having dull, achy period like cramping…I don’t think things are too close, but things are definitely progressing. We’ll see next week what the state of the cervix is.
Food Cravings: Sure. I’ll take whatever you’re having.
Belly Button in or out? Outtie like whoa. My OBGYN actually talked to me this week about needing to watch it because it is pretty herniated and I’m having soreness to the right of it. We’ll see how that all plays out.
What I miss: Being able to comfortably snuggle my girls on my lap.
What I am looking forward to: My ass being back to my regular size. I have a feeling it’s going to take a bit longer than a couple of weeks post-baby. Thank goodness my work’s new office is going to have a built-in gym!
Baby Milestones: Baby weighs close to 6 lbs now and is putting on about 1 oz  of weight per day.
Other Goodness: The way Reese pinches my outtie belly button and says “BROTHER!” The girls are officially sharing a room…overall it’s going well so far. We figured out a way to get all three car seats in the car with only minor irritation! That should buy us another year before we have to get a new car. Thank goodness!

And for the ultimate pregnancy fun…here’s a 36 week belly comparison for all three of my pregnancies!


  Rylee Reese Baby Brother
Due Date: May 22, 2008 July 23, 2012 October 4, 2014
Gender: Girl! Girl! Boy…or so they say.
Name: Before conception Sometime late in the 3rd Trimester 34 Weeks
Weight Gain:  + 27 lbs + 30 lbs + 27 lbs
Morning Sickness: NONE! Lots of nausea in first trimester Nothing worth mentioning
Cravings: None. Ever. Taco Bell chicken quesadillas and/or anything candy/dessert/sweets related Nothing worth mentioning
First Kicks: Week 20 Week 15 Week 14
First kicks felt by others: Week 23 Week 19 Week 21
Up to pee: 3-4 times/night 1-3 times/night 1-5 times/night
Maternity Clothes: 22 weeks 20 weeks 15 weeks +/-
Belly Button: Sometime after 30 weeks… 27 weeks So early I have no idea.