Calendar Baby

Over the weekend, I got really ambitious, and really hormonal apparently, because I could not live another day without the peanut butter cake. I hauled Harrison to Wegmans with me, got all the necessary ingredients and equipment, and went to town. Tasting the first bite of my creation was like salvation. I have never been prouder of anything I've made, well... maybe besides Harrison.

Like peanut butter fudge in cake form

I was physically unable to blog yesterday because of this:

fascinating..

Last week, my mom whipped out our baby calendars. For the record, I did not know such a thing existed. She was looking back to see when all of us rolled over, crawled, got our first tooth, etc.. so that I could compare these dates to Harrison's, and make sure he is not behind. What I loved about this version of a baby book, was that for each milestone, you just stuck a sticker on the actual date of when it happened. Fool proof. Harrison has a baby book, but do you know how hard those things are to upkeep? We all know that I'm lazy, and forgetful, but sticking stickers on things is fun, so I can remember to do that.

Instead of blogging yesterday, I was 100% committed to the calendar. It took up all of my free time. It's pretty tedious looking back through all of my blog posts to see when Harrison did certain things, ok?
The annoying thing about this particular calendar, is for every month, it has a space to write sleeping and feeding patterns. It got really depressing that for every one of the six months I was able to complete, I had to write the exact same thing. Especially for the sleeping patterns. "Wakes up multiple times throughout the night, pissing me off." Last night he woke up an astounding 7 times. Seven. Some 6 month old children sleep through the night. Please feel bad for me.

It's not my fault 

Luckily, he is so cute, and wears Geneseo apparel well, so I can't stay mad at him.

Carrots are Gross

I'm ashamed to admit that with all of the nothingness that I had to do yesterday, I started a post and did not have enough energy to complete it. So pretend like it makes sense now:

It is currently 11:24am, and I will list to you what I've eaten so far today:

-a Wegmans Super yogurt topped with honey

-a banana with probably more peanut butter than is socially acceptable

-a slim jim

-chile lime puffed chips... not sure how many but I finished the bag off 

I am already contemplating what I should have for lunch, and when. Is 10 minutes from now an adequate lunch time? 

I find myself starving for lunch earlier and earlier. I've been known to consume a ham sandwich at 10:30am. The point of all this is that breastfeeding makes you fiend for food. I don't even think 'hungry' is a term that successfully conveys the appetite. Going into it, I knew breastfeeding could burn a ton of calories, but I guess I didn't put two and two together, that calories burned equals a hungrier person. I'm also not sure why lunch is my hungriest time of day, but I swear I have to eat three midday meals to feel full.

Speaking of lunches, I ran out of new fruits for Harrison to try. Any other day, I might make a trip to Wegmans to peruse the baby food aisle, but with the 6 inches of snow on the ground, I'll pass. So it's back to vegetables, and I am getting increasingly nervous that he will break out into another rash and I will cry for him. 

I think if I had to pick a food that I find more disgusting than any other food, it'd be carrots. Thus, when I fed carrots to Harrison and he made this face,

I knew I could never love him more than in this moment.

He has now learned the very difficult skill of sitting up.

and don't I look good doing it?

This was exciting at first, until he learned that sitting up meant he could propel himself forward to try to reach things. He has twice today thrown himself toward an object in front of him so hard, that even though I had been holding on to him, the sheer force was too much to control. He hit his head HARD both times and by the second time, I immediately whipped out the infant Tylenol. When he cries real tears, I know he means business. Also, before you jump to conclusions that I am drugging my child, he is teething pretty bad, and Tylenol seems to be the only thing that helps with the pain. I try teething rings, baby orajel, and rubbing his gums with my fingers but as you all know, drugs are the true magic.

Ahh yes, that feels better

I think I have to find a way to make myself more immune to his little crashes, because with two already today, and the countless crashes I'll have to witness when he starts crawling, pulling up on things, and walking, I just won't be able to handle the guilt of being the horrible mommy that didn't catch him. 

What food do you find more disgusting than any other food?

cabin fever made me write this

This weather is really putting a damper on my life. On almost a daily basis, I get bored sitting around the house for 11 hours waiting for Dave to get home from work. Usually, I can at least make an adventure out of a trip to Wegmans, go for a walk with the stroller, or find some excuse to step out into the wilderness to maintain my sanity. However, when I see on the morning news that it feels like -5 outside, I'll risk the cabin fever to not have to experience a sub zero wind whipping at my face.

Is this all we have to eat?

The evidence of me losing my mind due to being holed up in the apartment all day came last night, when I lost it to Dave. I had a small temper tantrum over the fact that Harrison will not nap, that he is almost 6 months old and has basically no schedule, and how his separation anxiety is getting so bad, that I could never possibly leave him with a babysitter for an extended period and feel assured. Obviously, this was all a minor overreaction, the kid will be fine. Eventually.

I know I've mentioned before that I am a pretty awful cook. I can keep whining about my lack of skill, or I can keep practicing, because practice makes perfect? Sometimes I find amazing looking recipes on Pinterest that need to be in my mouth, and then get really, really annoyed when I give myself a pep talk that I can cook it deliciously, and realize I'm missing some kitchen gadget or appliance that is needed to make it. Like, this scrumptious looking Peanut Butter Cake. Because I love peanut butter, and I love cake. And just when I convince myself that I will bake it, and the impossible oven I have to work with won't possibly burn it,

I NEED THIS

I notice you need a baking sheet with raised sides, which I don't have. Or when my sister TORTURED me with this brownie batter pudding she made, only to realize you need a mixer.  My sweet tooth is dying.

In the way that I like to look forward to events weeks in advance, my little (<3) invited me to an annual dinner we do at my all time favorite restaurant in a few weeks and I can't stop thinking about my excitement, or stop looking at the restaurant's menu.

Last year at dinner, before I turned into a rabid animal and went apeshit on that food 

If you know me, you know what restaurant I am referring to. Plus, as if I didn't already make it clear that I need a break from constant child care, I need a break from constant child care. I am excited to see some girls that I haven't seen in forever, catch up, and eat the most delicious food.

Can someone please send me a delicious, homemade dessert??

Delusional Moms

Friday, as you know, I felt like death, and barely got myself dressed by 3pm to get ready for our visitors. Poor Harrison had to stay up later than he is used to, because his grandma and aunt couldn't come til later in the evening. I let them play with him and bathe him until way past his bedtime, which of course left him crying hysterically for half an hour in his crib because he was overtired and overstimulated. It was breaking my heart, mostly because I just felt so bad for him. I knew he was sooo tired and he just couldn't calm himself down enough to go to sleep. The life of a baby is truly rough.

Rough? Please. I get my ass wiped on a daily basis

Saturday was my lady day, and it lived up to all of my wedding planning/discussing expectations. I snatched that wedding magazine as soon as I had a chance and went to town. I know it's not my wedding, but my best friend's wedding is pretty close, and just as fun to [help] plan for.

It just so happens that whenever I'm left alone in the apartment after dark, I start to hallucinate that an axe murderer is going to break in and kill me and Harrison, so my best friend stayed the night to protect us from the intruders. We had pretty much the stereotypical sleepover- we ate cheese puffs, painted our nails, and watched Bride Wars.

Call us crazy. Seriously, I don't know how I would have survived the weekend without the protectors aka girlfriends.

Sunday, I was left alone all day, made my sister FaceTime with me just to pretend I had some companionship, had a pity party, watched football (Go Ravens!), and started drinking at 4pm. That last part is true, but it's not as bad as it sounds. I had a hard cider during one of the games because I was dying of loneliness and boredom.

Now, I'll switch into venting about pet peeves after that riveting account of my weekend.

When I was pregnant, I signed up to get weekly updates emailed to me about the status of the unborn. Now that Harrison is no longer unborn, I still get the updates about weekly development. These are also accompanied by forums where other moms can post about how their babies are doing. Most of the time I opt out of reading that crap, because quite frankly, it is crap. Here is an example: We've made it to the 6 month forum, so I took a peek out of curiosity at what other babies are doing in comparison to Harrison. One mom wrote that her child has said "mama", they are working on "dada", is crawling, and has taken a few steps.

If you want me to believe that your 6month old is crawling a month earlier than expected, ok, I'll humor you there. However, bragging about not one, but two feats that your child could never have accomplished yet, only makes me believe that you are a sociopath. Sure, Harrison has jumbled together a mix of consonants and vowels that resemble the word "mama", but he is in no way consciously speaking. Also, holding your child up in a standing position, and said child spastically moving its legs in a stepping motion, is not the same as your child taking steps on its own without support.

I know I've complained about this annoyance before, not mentioning any names of the culprit, but I just don't get why moms do this. No one believes your claims, so while you think you are making your baby look like the smartest baby ever born to this earth, you are really only making yourself look deranged. Having this explanation in mind makes me feel less infuriated by this phenomenon.

Last night, we started roughing Harrison up by throwing toy basketballs at his head. He thought it was hilarious.

No babies were hurt in the making of this video.

Death by exercise

I'm going to share a story that will hopefully make you feel sorry for me.

Last night, after Harrison went to bed, Dave decided to head to the gym. I knew I would feel bad about myself if he was off working out, and I was sitting on my ass, so I popped in a Jillian Michael's DVD. Specifically, No More Trouble Zones. If you've ever done it, you know how absolutely brutal it is, and if you haven't, just keep it that way unless you want to die. I got my motivation from the fact that I had recently purchased 3lb weights, which is what the ladies in the DVD use. Up until then, I was using 5lbs. I felt that the difference of 4lbs would actually make the workout easier.

Delusional. I still felt like my heart rate was so high that I might drop dead at any given moment.

Normally, I only do the first 4 circuits and feel like that is PLENTY, however something about the 4lb relief I had, made me feel like I was superwoman and could finish the entire DVD. This was a bad choice. When I somehow made it through, I felt like I was going to vom (taking a page out of Harrison's book), and also felt that 8:30pm was an acceptable bedtime at this point.

Here comes the part where you are supposed to pity me- I woke up this morning feeling like I had been hit by a bus. Very reminiscent of the days when I would often wake up with a major hangover. I don't know if I should take the easy way out, and attribute this to significant dehydration, or own up to the reality of the situation that I am so, so out of shape. Either way, I know that if Jillian knew this, she would be maniacally laughing to herself out of the joy of kicking someone's ass.

My death from exercise is preventing me from going to my parents' today to do laundry. You know I'm in rough shape when coffee doesn't give me even a slight boost of energy. This also leaves me infuriated with myself, because laundry is like, essential life necessity #1 right now. Not food, not water... laundry.

So, the moral of the story is, Jillian is a maniac, and I am pathetically out of shape. Laugh at me if you wish. Good thing I got all the cleaning done yesterday, because my plans today include a lot of self-pity, and sitting on my ass. Oh, and eating. Lots of eating.

In other news, Harrison appeared to like his peaches. I have the progression of his eating through pictures:

What is this poison?

This is my pensive face

GIVE ME MORE

Have you ever been puked on?

I'd like to think I am a very inspirational person, and yesterday it was proven true. Two of my friends started blogs, and were very excited for me to read them. I'll take the credit ladies, thank you. Ha but really, nothing excites me more than a new blog to read, so the two of you made my day! 

I always pretend that when Harrison does something successfully, it'll stay that way forever and he'll never disappoint again. This morning, I got a taste of how very wrong that is. Yesterday, I couldn't get him to nap for the majority of the day, so when quarter to five rolled around and he was acting exhausted, I knew he HAD to take a nap, even though that is pretty late in the day for one. By 6pm, he was still sound asleep, so I went in his room to wake him up. After taking the blanket off of him, taking his bear out of his clutches, rubbing his arm, and whispering his name, he was still fast asleep. I knew I was in for it. I said his name a little louder, and he woke up with some pretty intense crying. After crying for about 10 more minutes, acting real pissed that he was forced awake, he finally turned around and started acting like his normal, semi-happy self. 

Unless you put me in these ridiculous character towels

Since he napped so late, I let him stay up half an hour later than his normal bedtime. I didn't know if this was going to help, or hinder his nighttime sleep. The norm as of lately, is that he'll wake up 3-4 times throughout the night, once to eat, and the rest because he lost his damn pacifier and we have to put the thing back in for him. However, last night, he only woke up twice!! I'll take it. When he woke up at 6:15, I was frightened that he was up for good, but he went back to sleep. Til close to 8:30. HALLELUJAH. 

I get so happy about these small successes, that I forget that things can easily take a turn for the worse. I was on cloud nine, feeling so well rested, like a ball of energy, that in the midst of me throwing Harrison above my head, the worst possible thing happened. He projectile vomited all over my face. We have had some very close calls before, but somehow I had always managed to quickly redirect him and the vomit elsewhere. I didn't even see this one coming. All of the sudden I was blinded by a gooey, rotten milk smelling substance. Good morning to me. 

Look at this face, I'm innocent.

That was a long explanation of the story of how I was puked on in the face, but I really had to dramatize it up. In the back of my mind, I always knew this day was come, and it definitely lived up to all of the disgusting expectations I had. 

Today, Harrison gets to try a new fruit. I'm thinking peaches. He wasn't thrilled with either bananas or pears, so we will see. 

That shit is gross

You know you are lazy when cleaning is a big accomplishment

I have a huge weekend coming up. Friday night, Harrison's grandma and aunt are coming to visit, and Saturday, I'm having a girls day because Dave is going to Toronto for a Lakers game. For the record, there is nothing I despise more than the Los Angeles Lakers. I swear, the Lakers are more dear to Dave's heart than both Harrison and me. Anyways, you may not think that sounds so huge, but for me it is. I literally don't see other adults besides Dave for days on end, so the fact that I get 5 visitors over the course of 2 days is quite exciting. What makes this more exciting is that one of my girlfriends that is coming over just got engaged! She is my bff so I have a good feeling that the entire day will be spent Pinterest-ing wedding ideas. 

Oh wait, this is my life

In preparation for the upcoming guests, I went a little cleaning crazy yesterday. This is also huge for me because while I like to tidy up, I hate to actually clean. Yesterday, I tackled our bedroom, which was getting pretty horrendous. You know its bad when even I need to pick up. Harrison was taking a miraculously long nap, which gave me enough time to additionally put away the last of the Christmas gifts, do all the dishes, and finally put pictures in a standing picture frame that has been picture-less since we moved in. Whoops.

Little, if you are reading this, that is the Geneseo onesie you gave us!

I know my cleaning plans are really exciting, so thanks for sticking through that, if you did. The fact is, that is my boring life and you have to accept it for what it is. 

Today my plans consist of cleaning the bathrooms, and possibly driving out to the closest Starbucks (which is probably 20 minutes away, so really, not close at all), because I have a giftcard and I get bored and why not?

I have not yet captured a photo of Harrison's beautiful bum, but I was trying to get a pic of his serious boobies. 

I failed at truly documenting how big those boobies really are, but check out those guns! NYS just passed a bunch of gun laws, however nothing can get in the way of those babies. 

Tooth Extraction is Scary

I went to the dentist the other day, and learned that I have to get my wisdom teeth out. They told me that it is preferred for this procedure to take place when you are in college, so you are still on your parent's insurance. Luckily, I am. What they didn't realize about my situation is that it still would have been much preferred to get this procedure done in college, so that I wouldn't have a child to make arrangements for. So other than the inconvenience of having to make sure that I have help watching Harrison for a couple of days, there is the inconvenience of my fear of being put under.

Prior to the arrival of Harrison into the world, I had never had any sort of surgery, let alone being put under anesthesia  I was and am terrified of the stuff. You always hear all those horror stories of patients getting anesthesia and never waking up. I thought it was scary enough being rushed into an operating room alone, without Dave, and laying on the operating table not knowing what the F was going on other than that the baby's heart rate was dropping at a compromising rate. Then, they told me I would have to be put under. Crippling fear right there. Since both Harrison and I are alive to this day, I'm guessing things went accordingly.

I'm not ticklish, just happy to be alive

Even though my surgery went well, and I woke up from the unconscious state I was in, I am still scared of surgeries that require anesthesia. Especially now that I have Harrison and it's like, all these horrible scenarios will pop into my head that I never wake up, and leave him deserted and motherless forever. Then, I tell myself that its just my wisdom teeth... which doesn't really help.

The only positive part of this situation is the whole childcare assistance portion. I love holding Harrison,  for about 5 minutes until he gets really heavy and my arms are tired. So, I will be glad to get a break from this for the most part of 48 hours. Times when I can look at him, and not have to hold him for extended periods, are the best times. I feel like I'm making myself sound like a horrible mother, but all I'm saying is that it will be nice to get a break. And watch, the second I feel better, I'm going to snatch him out of the hands of whoever has him and nuzzle my face into his little neck as if I'd been apart from him for months. Its not my fault his skin is so soft and fun to nuzzle (especially his bum).

If you think I'll readily expose myself, you are wrong.

Which reminds me, now that baby got back, I need to take of picture of it in all it's cellulite glory.

Excellent Advice

One of my friends, who will remain nameless, texted me today to tell me to get off my ass and write a new post (in nicer words than those), so here I am.

I've come to realize that with all of the time I have to myself, thinking my thoughts, a lot of wisdom cycles through my brain. I would not be acting like a dutiful citizen if I were to keep that wisdom to myself, and not share it with you people. So for all of my mommy readers (all of you. all 3 of you), and those that might be future mommys, this tidbit is for you:

Take any advice you get with a grain of salt.

As a new mom, you receive a lot of advice. Some is useful, and some is just useless, senseless, and downright annoying. Like the following:

1. NEVER feed your baby fruits before vegetables.

Let me start off by recognizing how hypocritical I'm being, and admitting that I don't really care. I realize that telling you not to take advice about parenting, is in fact myself advising you. But my advice is realistic, and everyone else's is not.

As the gullible person that I am, when I was told that feeding a child fruits before vegetables is basically a deed of the devil, because a child could NEVER like vegetables after they taste the sugar of the forbidden fruit (literally), I actually believed the theory. I came to find out that it was completely unfounded, and a huge overreaction. Taking this advice was my own fault though, because the informational sheet I got from the pediatrician's office specifically says to introduce fruits THEN vegetables. I also just should have known, by the way that Harrison is a hippopotamus, that he'll enjoy and scarf down any food. It is also a commonly known fact that two foods that are very easy on the digestive system are bananas, and apples, in the form of applesauce.

Knowing all of these facts, I still chose to listen to the shoddy advice that was given to me. The first non-cereal solid I fed Harrison was sweet potatoes.

But wait, I wasn't finished, I love deez potaters

I think you know where this is heading, because I've mentioned in the past that the sweet potatoes gave Harrison a wicked rash. And the new mom freak out gene then told me to hold off on ALL solids for weeks to let his system get back to normal. I also have an obsessive need to make sure that Harrison is on par developmentally. For example, babies are supposed to roll over in both directions by 6 months, and he has yet to roll from back to tummy. If he has not accomplished this by the 6 month mark, I'm sending him back.

I'm just chillin'

Anyways, the fact that the rash delayed the eating process by weeks, really got on my nerves. Harrison needs to be trying a new food every 5 days, not waiting weeks in between foods and falling behind every other baby his age.

I finally felt comfortable reintroducing solids, had some ripe bananas, so bananas it was. And what do you know? He hates them. He chokes them down because he would never choose not eating over eating. Wait, what? The advice that babies always, always prefer fruits over vegetables, is wrong again??

2. Keeping your baby up as late as possible will help them to sleep later in the mornings.

I have a short explanation as to why this is false, for Harrison at least: He'll go down at 7pm, and sleep until 7am (you are crazy if you think I'm saying he doesn't wake up during that interval). If I can put my child to bed at 7pm, and have at least 3 uninterrupted hours of time to do whatever I please, including indulging in an adult beverage, why in god's name would I try to keep him up later?

My personal favorite, 3. Give up caffeine completely because it is the cause of your child's fussiness.

No. No, no, no and no. There are a lot of sacrifices that I would make for HDawg, but caffeine is not one of them. Also, please tell me why he is fussy at 6pm, when my only caffeinated beverage is consumed at 8am.

I LOVE THE CAFFEINE 

And here's just some advice for the rest of the population:

4. Selfies are not as cool as you think they are. Unless it's a baby selfie.

Wad up, ladies

Culinary Master

I must redeem myself from yesterday's picture-less post, and provide you with some gems today.

There are no words

I pledge allegiance, to the flag

On an unrelated note, I've been really distressed this past week, due to Kelly and Michael. I refer to them like they are close friends, because they are. This week they have been doing this annoying thing, where they show "pre-recorded" episodes and/or old episodes that I've already seen. Don't they know that the highlight of my day comes from their hilarious banter, new guests, and the suspense of waiting to be chosen for their trivia game to win a trip to St. Lucia?? They need to get their shit together.

Lately, I've been really motivated to cook. This is huge, because I usually avoid cooking at all costs. I don't really enjoy it, plus I feel like I bomb about 80% of my creations, so that combination just does not mesh well. Last Saturday, it was blizzarding, and something about being snowed in all weekend without any delicious food, really gave me a kick in the ass. So before the snow trapped us, I went on a mission to make jambalaya. Jambalaya has always been one of my favorite foods, partly because we use Emeril's recipe so we get to yell "Bam!" while cooking, and partly because it's just freaking scrumptious. I've never made it before Saturday, so I was a little intimidated by it.

Turns out, it was one of the greatest successes of my life. I made such a great batch, that my Dad, the jambalaya originator, challenged me to a Jambalaya Throwdown. We are currently interviewing for judges.

Since I felt like such an accomplished chef, I went on to plan recipes for the rest of the week. New Years Eve I made buffalo chicken dip, which I then turned the leftovers into a Buffalo Chicken Pizza. Dave said it was the second best buffalo chicken pizza he's ever had, and he's pretty much the pickiest eater known to man, so I'll call that one a success.

There's good news and bad news from last night's dinner. The good news is that I made the stuffed avocados that I am OBSESSED with from Salena's, and they were damn good. The bad news is that I totally meant to take a picture, but was so excited when it came out of the oven, that it was fork to the mouth before I could procure a picture.

I'm still a pretty shoddy chef, but when I can manage 3 above average meals in one week, I feel accomplished enough that I'll probably retire from cooking for the next 3 months.

Today, there are two anniversaries to celebrate. First, it my Gram's birthday!

She's so cute. Almost as cute as Harrison.

Second, it's the one year anniversary of finding out I was pregnant! What a day that was.

If I go to Geneseo, will that make you love me? 

I need more excitement

I feel as though I'm at a standstill on blog topics. I can only write about Harrison's sleep training for so long and not bore you all to death. Plus, I'm sure you don't want to hear about all of the nasty sweet potato rashes that engulf his body, although, it would be pretty funny to provide you with a picture. That diaper rash was one for the books.

I do feel like I go on and on about upcoming events that I am excited for, that are often months, even years away, because my life is boring like that. Because when your day-to-day excitement is the 10-second laughing spree of a 5-month old, that you worked at for HOURS, it can get lame.

Yesterday, in my boredom, I started doing some online browsing for a dress to wear to our friends' wedding. They just recently got engaged over Christmas break, so mind you, their wedding probably won't even be for another year or more. I am obviously crazy excited, not only because I love weddings and they are the first of our friends to pursue nuptials, but I also love a good occasion to get myself a new dress. Even if this occasion is not even close to being in the foreseeable future, to which if I were to purchase a dress now, it most likely wouldn't even fit my no-longer nursing, burning 500 calories a day, body.

I literally have to count on events that are so far away to be able to have any glimmering hope that my life will be exciting.

Events I am excited for:

-______ & ________'s wedding
-Geneseo Alumni weekend in the spring. Aka Darcy's return to binge drinking
-Homeland Season 3.... obviously.
-Harrison's First Birthday. I don't want to wish away the age he is now, and I'm not, I just can't wait til that little piggy gets his hands on a cupcake and goes to town on the sugar... that shit is ALWAYS funny.
-The Colts making it to the Superbowl. Oh wait, did I just jinx myself? Nope, didn't, because I totally had a dream that they did, and that means it will come true.

Events I am not excited for:
-The end of breast feeding. Not gonna lie, it will be nice to own my body once again, but that calorie burning aspect is amazing, especially for one as lazy and hungry as I am
-Having to stop swearing on the reg. Ok- this time should really be now. I get the feeling that Harrison has learned his own name, so him picking up on language means I should be a little bit more careful with my own. I do love a good cuss word, though.

I'm too lazy to post any pictures... or I'm just too afraid that Harrison will wake up from his nap soon and I won't be able to shower if I take the time to put pics up. Sorry I'm not sorry.

What are you excited for?

New Years Resolutions

It's pretty obvious that the only event of any importance that happened in my life in 2012 was the arrival of Harrison into the world. So, no need for a recap of the year. I was pregnant... then I wasn't. I had no children, then I had one. The best one. If 2012 brought this, 

what could 2013 bring that could possibly be better??

After a riveting New Years Eve celebration of eating buffalo chicken dip and drinking champagne until approximately 12:10 when it was lights out, I thought seriously about my New Years resolutions. 

1. Be better hydrated. 

On average, I pee about twice a day. That is not good. I once read that dehydration causes about 80% of all aches and pains, so as a firm believer of that statistic, I feel like the quality of my life would drastically improve with some increased water consumption. 

2. Be able to live a normal life until Homeland returns. 

The second season of Homeland ended weeks ago, yet I still think about it daily. As if it even needs to be said, I am obsessed. I fear in my life that without Homeland, I will start going mentally insane, so as a resolution, I aim to be able to exist without it. I will probably just have to look at pictures of Damian Lewis and Claire Danes on the reg as a rehab treatment. 

3. Get a job. 

Sooner or later, aka sooner, I will need some income. I'm not rushing towards employment, simply because any time I think about having to leave Harrison with someone other than Dave for an extended period, and also having to provide enough breast milk to keep him full for hours, gives me slight anxiety. I know plenty of moms do this just fine, and their babies survive the ordeal, that doesn't make it any more comforting to me. I'm just going to pretend that he will miss me as much as I'll miss him, even though in reality, he will forget I even left about 2 seconds after I'm out the door. 

4. Become famous simply so that I can be on Dancing With the Stars.

No explanation needed.

As a New Years treat for you, here a few more pics from Harrison's baby modeling debut:

Ole!

You can thank Neil Patrick Harris, as well as my mom and stepdad for the cuteness.