Lessons Learned Lately

1.  WAHMs can't blog.  Being a work-at-home-mom is truly an ideal situation for me, but I cannot find time to write anything for this lil blog.  Whenever I have time to sit down in front of a computer I have about 15 items on my To DO list that needed to be done days (or weeks/months) ago.  I’m already feeling a little guilty just for writing this.  It's taking all my willpower to resist writing "Have you registered for the 2013 Walk to End Alzheimer's?  Join us!"  Whoops...just did it.  #endalz

PS...that's the website that I've been building.

2.  6 months and sitting up is as good as it gets until John is in college.  Yep, I've decided that it's all downhill from here.  This is just the perfect age.  He's to the point where he can play independently and doesn't want or need to be held all the time and yet he can't crawl away and get himself into trouble.  His absolutely favorite thing to do lately is sit on the floor and play with all his little toys.

3.  That being said, even a baby who “can’t really crawl yet,” will scoot himself to the closest danger in lightening speed if I leave the room.  A few days ago I left him on the floor by himself for a minute and when I came back he had wiggled himself across the blanket to my iPhone charger which was in his hands and about an inch from his mouth.  200 toys are surrounding him, but oh-look-at-that-electric-cord-way-over-there!

Look at those delicious cords behind me!

4.  You can put a Chic-fil-a milkshake in the freezer and eat it an hour later.  It's still good.  Just thought I'd share.  Oh, and the Mocha Cookies and Cream shake makes my heart pitter-patter.

5.  Breastfeeding doesn't burn as many calories as I was hoping.  Damn you, Mocha Cookies and Cream milkshake!

6.  Highchairs are a game-changer.  Although I was getting pretty good at eating with one hand I have to admit that it's so much nicer to be able to put John in a hair chair and use both hands.  He seems to like it too.

7.  My little chunker would be totally happy eating nothing but breastmilk the rest of his life.  Food post coming soon, but let's just say he doesn't like anything and makes the same face I make when taking a shot of jager when we try to feed him.  Come on, kid.  It's banana, not siracha.

My parents TORTURE me with this shit

8.  My life would suck without them: