The Little Blue Notebook

We’re baaaack.

Three weeks of living with my parents, back in my hometown, with two children. So…much…blog fodder…too many posts!! You’ll have to stand by as I organize all the stories and photos. It could take a while.

The time change madness was not mitigated by the long stay, and we returned home to find that everyone’s schedule is totally off, and my breast milk supply seems to have lessened as well. This is a very sucky thing, since I tried really hard to keep up with pumping, eschewing formula as a stand-in for breast milk to the point that I would not leave Brady for a romp with my girlfriends unless there was enough pumped milk to cover my absence, prompting my father to ask “Is the event milkworthy?”

In response, I have taken to my bed with my baby and a blue notebook to chart our progress. I will only nurse him, read, and sleep when he sleeps, leaving only to get a snack, use the bathroom, or duh, read blogs. Because we haven’t figured out this whole new-fangled wireless thing – otherwise I would be reading them from a laptop in my bed. I have visions of myself sitting crosslegged on the bed in front of the computer, a la Elaine on Seinfeld, except without the wall of hair.