The Boy's first Baseball Season

So Bubba has wrapped up his first season of baseball. He had an absolutely fabulous time. The year started off with a month of twice a week practices and progressed into twice a week games. His team played a total of 18 games. It sounds like a bunch but it really wasn't too time consuming. It was really fun to see both baseball skills as well as general knowledge of the game grow over the course of the season. The kids went from hitting each other in the face with the ball at the first practice to actually being able to play catch to warm-up before games towards the end of the year. Bubba had some issues with trying to play every position on the field at one time or running all the way to the next field when he ran through first base, but overall we are all very proud of the effort he put into it and the joy he took out of it.

Last week was the end of the year party at a local pizza place. The coach gave out awards and Bubba got the award for "most intense player". Shocking I know. I can only hope that his enthusiasm can hold over the summer and into next season maintained only with our games of catch and watching the game on TV.

2 Weeks Old and 11 Years

Today I am two weeks old and I am happy to report that I have gotten back to (and beyond) my birth weight.  At my check-up yesterday I weighed 8lbs 15oz and the doctor is very impressed with my progress.  My days are filled with sleeping and I wake up occasionally to eat.  I'm not a very efficient eater but Mom gives it her best and then lets me have more milk from the bottle so I can fill my tummy before my next nap.  I am pretty good at sleeping even though it can get pretty loud around here and I am being very nice to Mom and only wake up once during the night to eat.

Today is also Mommy and Daddy's 11th wedding anniversary.  They are going to stay home to celebrate since I am so new and my big sister does not make good choices at bed time.  Daddy is going to grill Mommy a steak since she was not able to have a rare piece of meat when I was in her uterus.  I know they hope to be able to have a real date out of the house some time soon . . . .

My Little Sissa

Pickle really likes her Baby Sissa and that is exactly what she calls her.  When she saw that I put her sister in a purple gingham outfit she ran to get her purple gingham dress!  Hopefully the sisterly love lasts for many years.

Me & My Daddy

Swim School Success

Pickle got a ribbon at swim school yesterday!  She is very proud of it as you can see.  It says "I rolled over all by myself and floated."  She does a great job at swim school and we are feeling a little bit better about having her around pools this summer but she is still going to be quite the daredevil I'm sure.










Here is a current shot of her forehead . . . the glue has finally worn off leaving a perfect scar and a slight dent!

She Sleeps!

A lot!  And we're not complaining . . . .

The Fallacy of Postpartum (and your 3rd child)

I'm going to set the record straight.  The reason postpartum women stay in their pajamas or yoga pants or sweatsuits all day has nothing to do with being tired and haggard.  It has everything to do with the fact that we don't have anything to wear.  Why would we want to go back to our "maternity" clothes that we have been so excited to ditch?  I've spent the last several days going through my clothes trying to find anything that will fit that will hide the post-pregnancy imperfections.  That belly that was so cute just 7 days ago looks frightening now and the last thing I need to hear when I go out is, when is your baby due?

Even though I just had my 3rd child I still went into the hospital thinking I would come out magically skinny again or close to it.  I am not naive enough to assume I'd be back into my smaller sizes and sporting a bikini by Memorial Day, but I kind of thought I would be able to slide back into my "big girl" clothes to at least be presentable. 

And even though I just labored and delivered a 3rd child doesn't mean I wasn't planning to get "right back into it" when it comes to working out.  Just as it is easy to forget the parts of being pregnant that are unpleasant, it is easy to forget how hard it is to recover from delivering an 8lb 13oz baby.  I remember being pregnant with Pickle and telling Bubba that "Mom can do that (get on the floor, give you a piggy-back ride, have you sit on my lap, etc.) as soon as the baby is born.  And oh how I have once again forgotten that it is not that simple.

The point of this rambling is a chance to remind myself that it has just been 5 days since I did something pretty miraculous and it is okay to take it easy for a bit to let myself recover.  (And it was just as hard the 3rd time around as it was the first two, by the way!)  Giving birth is an amazing (albeit not an attractive) process and it took nine months to get my body ready for the experience; I might want to give myself at least 9 days (or weeks) to let it return to its original capabilities.  I know I will once again walk as a normal human when my hips finally return to their previous position and one day I will be able to get off the couch and walk across the room with out people wondering what is wrong with me.  And those cute summer clothes I am longing to wear, well it will still be 100 degrees here in September!

Love,
C