We got a Backyard

New Shoes, Stairs and Bubbles!

The Bug got new big boy shoes with laces! He now has a shoe fetish that makes his Grandma very proud.

We took The Bug on his very first trip to Disneyland. The stairs were his favorite attraction.

And we discovered bubbles.

Playing Catch Up

Much as happened since I last updated. I want to get back into the habit of documenting The Bug's life, so I will cover the last six months or so in a couple of posts.

Firstly, I met someone who has changed my life nearly as much as Julian has.

He makes everything better, every joke more funny, every minute with Julian happier and every day more hopeful. I love him in ways that I thought would be impossible. Every bit of me that I thought belonged to Julian alone is now shared amongst us three. We are a perfect family; happy and itching to grow. Brian, The Bug and Me.

julie's 1st haircut

the ducktail is no more...
oh how I miss those long curls already.

xmas photos

xmas jammies and slippers

flying his airplane w/uncle daddy

julie bug's got a little captain in him

nursing a toddler

When Julian was just a few weeks old, I thought I was going to have to give up breastfeeding. I did for three weeks and pumped exclusively. Three weeks of hell. After we got back to nursing again, four months passed of infection after infection and torn up nipples that wouldn't heal. It was terrible. Beyond terrible and I cried everyday. I hated nursing and he wanted to nurse all the time. Then I decided to try some neosporin on the nips and they healed up proper. I've had three more infections and/or clogged ducts since then, but for the most part nursing has been going fabulously. Had I quit, I never would have known the joys of nursing a toddler. Sure, babies are cute and nursing them is sweet, but toddlers are FUN! Julian can hardly contain himself when the nummers are coming out. Why on earth would he just lie there and nurse when he can flip and contort his body into new, exciting positions? He is usually either motorboating me in between sips or fondling my belly. He kicks his legs on whatever he can reach and flips over so that he slides way down, almost off my lap. He pokes my eyes out and plays with my hair. He generally just acts like a goofy little son of a bitch and I love it. I almost missed out on this. I almost missed cuddling in bed when he gets home from visits with his dad, when we just chill, nurse and reconnect. Julian will be 16 months old in a few days. In many ways time has gone by so fast. I know it really won't be all that long till he doesn't want or need to nurse anymore. One more year? Two? Three? All very short time frames. I still want to go till he is 35 and his fiance asks me to stop.

I was hoping at least for "asshole"

Julian said his first dirty word, thanks to Grammy. We were talking to Grammy on the speaker phone in the car when she said, SHIT! and so did Julie.

SHIT SHIT SHIT

Thanks Grammy!

I was hoping for something less ordinary. I figured it would be my word of choice, ASSHOLE. Since he is in the car with me a lot and I am forced to drive the same streets with a bunch of assholes, I thought he heard that one enough to repeat. But shit is easier to say, so shit it is.