While cooking dinner (crockpot dinner- so it was this morning that I was making it) Maeve ripped a few pages out of the Holy Book... our family Bible is now missing a few pages out of Job. Great.
Also, my once, very complacent, peaceful, content baby Henry has now turned into a fussing, uncomfortable little bear! HOLY WOW- this kid cannot be put down... so this is now how I look most of the days.
Sorry for the dorky shots- its EXTRA hard to take a self pic with a giant baby protruding from your chest/abdomen
I fold laundry, play with Maeve, cook dinner, do dishes, you name it with my THIRTEEN pounder slinged to my back. I feel like one of those African women who have their babies bundled to their bodies 24/7 and their boobs hanging out. No I don't walk around naked, but I do have my breasts out quite a bit thanks to my little fats :) I feel PREGNANT again carrying him around- talk about back aches! But now that I've found the secret to calming him WITHOUT nursing him 24/7 I need to invest in a better sling. The Peanut Shell is good for little spurts of carrying him- NOT good for constant carrying. I'm looking into the Moby.