Houdini

Have you met my son, Houdini? I have never met a squirmier child. I should have known by how active he was in the womb. I'm sure I have internal bruises from his kicks and punches (I'll ground him for that later). While I'd love to blame B for poor swaddle work, it really doesn't matter how tight he's wrapped, he'll get out. He'll also flip over to his back. Developmental milestone, yes. A bit annoying, also yes. He still hates being on his back (see above picture.) So when he gets himself turned over, he throws a fit and gets himself worked out of the swaddle.

My dad snapped this pic this morning after I had already left. Good to know he has both upper and lower body strength. He always wiggles himself up to the corner of the crib and a couple times I've gone in to check on him and I'm all freaked out he's going to suffocate in the bumpers (go ahead, bumper haters, turn me in to DCFS).

Here's the other annoyance we're currently going through with our little Houdini: 3:00 a.m. feedings. Not cool, C. The past 2 nights he's been getting up at 3:00 to eat and I'm not a fan (even though B has gotten up both nights to feed him. I feel this is only fair considering every afternoon I boob feed C for like an hour each time and walk away with uber raw nips.) So tonight's plan? Give him more to eat before bed time. When in doubt, stuff him with more milk.

Now, I know you all were wanting to hear a hilariously awkward and embarrassing story about me getting walked in on while working my milk cow gig (thanks friends) but there is no story. I was eating my lunch and getting READY to pump when a teacher had a security guard unlock my door to get her lunch out of the fridge (a serious down side to being a foods teacher). Sorry to disappoint but not sorry because I wasn't mortified and as pissed as I could have been. I am still quite baffled (ew I really hate that word now that I've typed it out and said it in my mind) as to why you would go get a security guard to unlock a classroom that IS NOT YOURS. Keep your lunch where all the other teachers have to keep theirs. Or become a Foods teacher and get your own damn fridge. Sorry, it just heats me a bit. What's the point in locking your door if someone's just going to unlock it anyway? I might as well sit in the middle of the hall during passing periods for the whole school to see while I pump the nips. Ok I exaggerate. And I'm done, for reals.

Peace.