TLC is my drug of choice . . . .

I have a good friend who wrote this blog. It had me questioning my parenting skills when all was said and typed out. You will find my post to her blog below. Read . . . tell me what you think.

Seriously, I watch that and Food Network ALL day long. I am a new mother and my 5 month old knows when Paula Dean is on the t.v. and LOVES "Say Yes to the Dress." At first I found myself wondering if I should turn the t.v. off. In the end, I realized that my cabin fever was about to get the best of me. My sanity required some form of outside connection and TLC and Food Network was just that. So daily I wake, watch the Today Show followed by a collaboration of my two favs. I know that my child is better off because of my addiction. So judge me if you want, but at the end of the day, I have a very happy child and I have not gone insane.

Prime-Time Musts (Kaydance is asleep when I watch all of these):

Grey's Anatomy
Private Practice
Lie to Me
Bones
House

5 Months Old!!!

Well baby girl . . . you have accomplished SOOOOOO much this month.

You giggle, you roll, you can sit without assistance for 5 or so seconds. You sleep most nights with only one feeding and are consistently napping at a 2 hour interval schedule. If I try to put you off longer than that, you pretty much just take a snooze where ever you are. You are 27 inches long and weigh somewhere around 13 pounds. Although, I do not know this for sure as I have yet to weigh you. You still wear 3 mo. clothing and I continue to have to alter pants to fit your long, skinny frame. However, you eat like a champ and may be dainty, but sure are strong! You loved your first trip to Candy Cane Lane and gave us a glimpse into what the Christmases to come will be like. You love to interact with other babies and are such an extravert! You are very social and have your mommy's "lets get this done already," attitude. We love you so very much sweet bug and can't wait for all that is to come.

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Funny Hats . . .

It seems to be a bit of a trend. I love putting my sweet cheeks in fun hats! The more outrageous, the better. I have tried to figure out why this is such a joy for me. Nothing really comes to mind, however I am thinking that maybe it is a part of me that wished I was able to dress like this as a kid. Another part of me thinks that if I put her in outrageous hats, maybe it will breed self-confidence and she will be one of those, "I don't care what you think, I like it and WILL wear it regardless" type of women. I am not talking a candidate for "What Not to Wear." I am talking about the type of woman that can sport any trend and get away with it because everyone thinks that it looks fantastic on her. This is usually the case with women who have the attitude that I mention previously. I have a good friend who gets away with this kind of crap all the time. She totally sports this "tude" with confidence and style. I love her for it and respect her self-confidence, because she chalk full of it! So all this to say, I will continue dressing my lil girl in outrageously trendy clothes that are to "loud" for these hear parts, in hopes that my little girl grows up to be a confident, bold woman that takes no prisoners and does not discriminate against any accessory.

Pumping Sucks!

I went away this weekend with some girls, leaving Kaydance at home with daddy. I have pumped before, but not as the ONLY way that we are getting any milk out. I did it all weekend and I don't think I ever completely emptied myself. Seriously, nothing is as good as the real deal. I love my daughter, but leaving made me love her even more and I think a LOT of that had to do with being able to finally get some relief when I got home. Just wanted to share . . . for those of you who exclusively pump, you are my hero, cause pumping sucks!

. . . Tis the Season . . .

. . . Where beanies and snow boots are dawned with care . . .

. . . for Festive Holiday appropriate night wear . . .

. . For snow-filled play dates paired with laughter and jest . .

. . . Where cuddles with mama are the very best . . .