We just had a moment!

    Roman has been boycotting the pedals for as long as I can remember. He Insisted on scooting the bike with his feet no matter how uncomfortable or awkward it was.
Today was our turning point, Roman now uses the pedals! WHOOP WHOOP!! I think we may celebrate with some cookies and ice cream, and no not just because I have an unruly sweet tooth today. That just happens to be a crazy coincidence.

Here is a small video I got.







Today the tricycle, tomorrow a car and off to college. :(
Time needs to slow down

Dino Waffles

Sitting here looking through pictures from this week I find myself wondering things like why kids choose to eat random things like glue and Play-Doh?! Roman isn't a glue eater yet, but I have no doubt in my mind that one day this child will pick a bottle of Elmer's over a good home made dinner.

I am slowly but surely beating this picky eater stage. For awhile there he was living off Cheerios and  crackers. I would say last week was the paint where I became completely fed up with making him yummy meals, for it to only be dismissed as "yucky" without even taking a bite.

My tactic now? I make EVERYTHING into a sandwich! So simple and I'm sort of pissed at myself for not coming to this conclusion sooner.

So yeah, not a glue eater, but definitely a Play-Doh licker. Sounds nutritious right? HA! I first discovered Roman's Play-Doh problem when I came out of the kitchen and his teeth were mysteriously blue. He looked up at me, smiled his big toothy grin, and said "Yummy", as he proceeded to lick what was left of it.
Needless to say, I am still working on his 12 steps to recovery but we just can't move forward until he admits he has a problem.

This is how our progress is coming.... these were taken three days ago.

Side note: Who's brilliant idea was it to make a little winder thing to make it look like spaghetti?! I suppose in the end it's my fault because I let him play with it and choose to take these pictures rather then stopping this behavior.


There are times though when I can get a bit creative in how I sneak veggies into his diet.
For example, Veggie Waffles. Yes, you heard that right! Veggies... in waffle form, and topped with honey. I honestly don't think eating healthy gets any tastier than this!

What I do is puree two or three vegetables and mix it in with buckwheat pancake mix. I only will use half the milk they call for and substitute the rest for puree. God I am good :). You can do it with pancakes and whatever else too but not going to lie when I say I eat this shit out of these waffles too!
You really can't taste them in there at all!
I can't take all the credit for this brilliance though. I got the idea from this Veggie Muffin Recipe by dana-MADE-it . Roman is also obsessed with the muffins. I definitely recommend both sneaky recipes ;)

I know, I know... My photographing skills are pretty amazing. Try not to be too jealous.

WARNING:  If you make these amazing waffles, make sure to lockup all dinosaurs. Veggie Waffles are sort of a dino fav. ;)

Long lost friend.

OH HEY THERE! Long time no see.

I know, I know, I really suck at this whole blogging thing. Maybe third time is a charm? I can only hope.

Obviously a ton has happened since I last posted. I have started my own small sewing business, RoLeeJo, we bought our first home, and are in the process of trying for baby #2. (Crazy right?!)

Right now we are in the terrible two's stage with Roman. It honestly hasn't been horrible. I have only wanted to scream at the top of my lungs a handful of times. Shamefully I have done it twice and it was pretty amusing. Roman stopped his whining and leaching to my legs to look at me and be all "What is your deal woman?!". The nerve of this kid, I tell ya!

His Birthday (back in May) was pretty fun, and by the end of it, he could have opened up his own bubble lawn mowing business, ha ha!!! Seriously was the funniest thing ever! He got three or four of the same bubble lawn mower, lol. Everyone knows he loves playing outside and bubbles so it really made the perfect gift!

Recently he has taking up a position as a lead singer in a scream-o band. You know the type, heavy metal, and instead of singing they scream at the top of their lungs in attempt to break everyone's ear drums. How delightful.
Roman's scream-o band is a little different though. Instead of electric guitars and such, he prefers the violin and this wooden Indian flute my mom gave him. He says its a clarinet though.
So there you have it folks, your very first classical scream-o band. I have a feeling this type of music genre is going to get pretty popular so prepare yourselves.

Here is a sneak peak of what you hopefully soon will be able to enjoy.

Would you just check out that form?!

It totally looks all cute and innocent, but trust me when I say it can get rather disturbing. I will make sure to get a video of this and update you all on this newly invented music. :)

Until then, keep on rocking!

Breastfeeding Weasel

So many things have changed in my life in the past couple months. And I’m not just talking about my newly embraced motherly figure. Most people say it is nice to have your body back once you have the baby, but honestly I don’t feel like I have my body back. How can I, when all I do is milk myself like a dang cow?! Before I had him I thought I knew what was going on with the whole feeding process but boy was I wrong.

When I left the hospital I talked to a lactation consultant thinking it would give me all my answers. She was about as useful as gum on the bottom of my shoe. All she gave me what a great case of engorgement. Maybe I should only send her a Thank You card.

I just recently started Roman on bottles, which I feel was about the right time. I put in a good month toe curling breastfeeding.  This crap hurt so bad that when I would latch him on I had to make sure I didn't have a kung-fu grip on his head. I would keep saying over and over “latch, grip, relax shoulder” to make sure things were going correctly.

If I had any questions or concerns about breast feeding I would find myself Googling everything. BIG MISTAKE. Everyone out there has their own opinions, views and ways of doing things. All I was looking for was a simple how long do i latch this little sucker on, what boob, and if I should start pumping. What I found was a whole bunch of message boards with everyone contradicting each other, which would eventually lead into a full on mommy brawl about who is the better parent. Of course, this only happens by viewing comments back on page 20, and really who looks all the way back there? I DO. We all know they put all the good answers up front and if you know me I like to make things complicated sometimes.
For example when I started Roman on bottles, at night I would wake up to him grunting, go down stairs heat up the milk (which takes 5 minutes alone because you cant stick breast milk into the microwave?), go back upstairs change him, feed him. Then I would put him back down and make sure he was asleep. THEN, I would proceed to go back downstairs and pullout my pump and pump for about 15 minutes. Really Leanne? ...I finally wised up and cut out the middle man and just did the good ‘ol latch on at night.

Point proven.

Now that I have finally got the whole milking myself thing down, we must move on to how I entertain my child.

I have always considered myself pretty baby savvy, and I still do. But I really struggle sometimes trying to find things to do with him. I KNOW I KNOW he is just a baby and just the simple carrying him around with you and talking to him should suffice. But I think there should be more.

Once he got out of his narcolepsy stage things started getting a little more interesting. I got to pull out the play mat which I had to pimp out with some serious toys because all this one came with was plastic plates with dog pictures and a light up sun thing. Now it looks like baby Einstein threw up all over this bad boy. I should probably get a career in making baby play mat’s. It would come with a small written warning on the box reading, “WARNING: Child might drown in toys.” It would be a good way to go I think. Drowning in toys sounds pleasant.

One day he got retardedly board with the play mat which I don’t know how that is possible with all of the possibilities that lie before him (he might enjoy it more once he can pull one of the 15 things dangling above his head). So I of course Googled “Things to do with a 2 month old”... I round up with his age. Up comes all of these ideas from singing, making faces, playing with a flash light.... and then I came across what I thought was the best of them all. It said to sing to him pop goes the weasel nursery rhyme and at the end when you actually say “pop goes the weasel” to pop him up with your knee. WELLLLL, I did this and he didn't think that my idea was such a great one.
I did the whole song and at the end popped him up and scared the shit right out of him. Poor little man jumped, looked at me with a “what the F did you just do to me” look in his eyes, puckered out his bottom lip and started bawling. I couldn't stop myself from laughing. Obviously I felt a little bad for scaring him because I thought it was such a good idea and it turned out to be a very bad attempt in playing with him. Of course I don’t take total blame of this.

I blame you Google for you insolence and will be expecting an edible arrangement by the end of next week.

*The Day Tubs Was Born *

Well here I am, 1.5 months into this whole shibang called motherhood and I must say.... I LOVE IT! So much has happened to me that I have no idea how to explain everything. But of course, my mother is encouraging me to start blogging again. Probably because she is tired of being the only one that is hearing about my daily crap. JOKING MOM!

But anyways lets maybe start from induction?

As most of you know I served my little fart with an eviction notice (see previous post). What I did not know is that I was going to have to enforce it. What a great start to our bonding right? A whole bunch of get the “F” out of me now, because you have no choice!  

This day was probably the longest day of my life. First it starts off with them telling you to call at 5am to see if you can come in or not. If they are busy then they tell you to call back in 3 or 4 hours. This is where I started getting annoyed ... lets be honest for a minute....5 am when you are pregnant and sleeping in half and hour intervals (because your bladder will explode if you go a minute longer) is a recipe for an all nighter.
Well need less to say we played our little call back dance with the bundle of joy at the front desk until they finally said come in at 1 or 1:30. I went in a 12:45.... and waited for my room until 3. Joke was on me.

Once we got in there it was more of a waiting game, which I was prepared for. Apparently I was having contractions every 3-4 minutes when I was admitted. I didn't know they were contractions I just though he was loving him some rib time. But since I was not thinned enough they couldn't start my pitocin drip. So the process began.
They did 2 pills that took 4 hours each to try to get my cervix to thin. That's when I got the most rest. At about 1:30am they broke my water... which was the worst of it all in my opinion.
 It was like you were constantly peeing yourself. Nothing says “I am beautiful” like incontinence.
Once they broke my water and started my pitocin they probably said the most dumb thing I have ever heard in my life..."Ok, now try to go back to sleep.” (UGH! Easy for you to say.) That is when my contractions started. Epideral was given around 3:30am and  I seriously need the address for this dude that invented this crap. I am going to send him an edible arrangement. I feel a simple Thank you card just doesn’t show enough gratitude as a pineapple, chocolate covered strawberry flower does.

I pushed for about an hour and a half. The only bad thing about that section of events, is the fact that I need to talk to someone about their bed positioning. I hope it is just a coincidence that the bed is placed under a light on the ceiling... the one light that was not on and allowed EVERYTHING to be in plain view for me.  No Beuno.

Once they placed that 8 pound 9 ounce body on my chest for the first time and I got to see that little chubby cone head, my life had changed forever in just that one second. My priority had changed from what beer to drink to what diapers to buy. I LOVED IT. Nothing really explains love like the first time I saw him.

We stayed there for two nights and I was super anxious if they ever took him from me. One nurse had him for almost two hours doing normal tests and I called her to tell her to hurry up. I mean DANG, He is MY baby and I WANT HIM NOW! lol I can’t really recall if he slept good or not because I think I was up more then he was just making sure he was ok. Everything was a blur. I was glad however when we got to go home. I was ready to get back in the grove of things and get him adjusted.

So yeah, that was my wonderful labor experience. I would do it again in a second.

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Here is your eviction notice.

Here is my second attempt to improve myself as a blogger.

Honestly, I am pretty shitty at it and if I were you, I would probably not read my ridiculously un-useful crap.
I am about to have a heifer of a child, and I need somewhere to go to bitch about things I should probably never say out loud. Am I a bitch? YES.... well, currently I am. But who wouldn't be with what feels like a two year old toddler growing inside of them and using your ribs as a fucking jungle gym?!

I am due on Tuesday, and I really can't complain about the whole being pregnant experience. I am one of those people you wanna slap the shit out of because my body was "made for pregnancy". No stretchmarks, I still can sleep decent (on my couch), no morning sickness, no swelling, the whole nine yards. *insert booing here*. But now that I am down to the point where I can basically take my due date by the balls, I am over it. So over it that in  2.4 seconds, I will be evicting this little person out of my body. He has become that annoying neighbor that everyone has, that always over stays there welcome. Even if they did just come over for 2 minutes.... it was 2 minutes too long.

I have tried everything. WELL, almost everything. WELL, only like 3 things out of all the annoyingly repeated methods on how to encourage labor.

If you are not familiar with them... I will go ahead and break each one down for you.

1. Walking: This one I have tried.... obviously. I have been prepared for this genius method of  
inductions since the age of 1.

2. Spicy Foods: Tried this one too, and all I have to say about this one is thank you for making my 
wretched heartburn ten times worse!

3. Nipple Stimulation: This makes sense to me because of the whole it releasing the same hormone that pitocin does to start contractions. Honestly, I cant play with my tits for that long.... it gets annoying. Some sites say to be careful with this method because it can cause over contracting? Seriously? Um, how long are you women actually playing with yourself to actually have this happen? Over achievers.

4. Acupressure: Hold on a second while I squeeze my pinky toe or the webbing between my thumb and pointer finger. I read that this works but I call BULLSHIT!

5. Castor Oil: Wait what?! I can be 9 months pregnant, have constant shitting and puking?! WHERE DO I SIGN UP?!

6. Sex: I already have one boy inside of me...... no need for another. Selfish Bastard!

7. Squats: If I even try to squat.... there is no telling if I will be able to get back up. I will probably avoid this one too.

These are just some of the examples that I have found online....... repeatedly. Then I found one site where they had about 20 different ideas... yea some of them sound absolutely ridiculous, but there are no words to explain how happy I was to find out that there was someone out there who still has an ounce of creativity. I would much rather drink some wine and gallop around outside like a damn horse then take some laxative that would make my life a living hell. But some of these suggestions are just down right ignorant. For example, getting on all fours and shaking  "that booty"? Grow up.


Hopefully my little heifer will be arriving soon and I can delightfully share my experiences of being a new mommy with you. Until then.

Happy Pooping.