Don't Wait Until The Last Minute To Buy Diapers

The above mentioned lesson you think I would have learned three kids later, but apparently not. Apparently, this little gem of wisdom just didn't stick in my brain. Although, you gotta give it to me, I'm a sleep deprived new mommy. Sue me. I wen to change Grayson's diaper this evening so I could nurse him and get him to bed, only to reach my hand into the bag of huggies and come up with 6 diapers. SIX!! That wouldn't even get me through tomorrow evening with this poop machine. I mean, he is not as bad as Claire, not by a long shot. Claire could poopy with the best of them. If poo was an olympic sport for newborns, she would have taken home the gold. Grayson needs a diaper change every 3 hours, just because of the poo. You probably don't want to read about poo, but hey, everybody poops. Don't believe me. Read the book.

Anwyays, so I come up with six diapers. Now, I didn't go grocery shopping today because I felt like crap. I wasn't feeling so hot yesterday during out Thanksgiving celebration. My throat was killing me, I was exhausted and I had a headache. Toady, I don't have much of a voice. My throat is still sore. I've been talking super quiet all day. I've also developed a cough. When I came up with those six diapers, I was all, "Son of a BEEP!" I was forced to go grocery shopping at 9:30PM. Awesome. I took Grayson because before I left, he started crying, and I was all, "You know, the car ride would put him to sleep. He just ate. His tummy is full, and about an hour after we get home, he'll wake up to eat." So I loaded him into his carseat and off we went in search of diapers and sustinance. I was right. He fell asleep within 5 minutes. He slept all through the store. He didn't flinch once. I was wrong about him waking up soon after getting home, which is why I bring this post to you 1 1/2 hours after my return, at almost 12AM. I finished my shopping, filled up David's car with gas, and headed to home. On the drive home, I almost crapped my pants because a deer decided to trot out in front of the car. That'll wake you right up. I was all, "You BEEPing deer!"...My my, I'm a potty mouth today.

We now have an abundance (or 40) diapers to get us through to next week, when I'm thinking we'll be moving up to a size 2...Maybe. My little guy is a month old. He hasn't lost any of his hair at all. Shocking, since by this time Claire had lost almost all of hers, and, well, Ethan was born bald, so he never had hair. He's also started to smile. He smiles right at me when I come in to nurse him at night when he wakes up for his first feeding. He usually wakes up when I come in to go to bed. I say, "Hey handsome, ready for some food?" and that big gummy smile comes back. I want a picture of it so bad, but I always miss it. Here's an updated picture from Saturday:Claire always wants to hold him, so I put the boppy on her lap, and set him inside of it. She was excited, until I wanted to take a picture..Then I got this. Look how big and chubby my little man is! Maybe I can get a picture of Claire holding him when she doesn't do this another time.

Oh, and also:
Dear Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2,
My husband feels the need to play you online when I am trying to blog. Maybe you can stop freezing my computer so I don't feel the need to break you, mmmkay? Thanks!
-Chantel