I want to thank Jen for bringing this up the other day. It was a HUGE part of our lives for so long, and it really still is. Sleep. Oh, how I love the. Let me count the ways. Which brings me to the topic of this blog. Sleep routines with a newborn. 

*Disclaimer–Everybody has their own routine that works, don’t hate me because mine is beautiful*

Its October. It’s getting colder, and I was getting fatter. No not last October, the one before that. October 2010. Baby Mac decided it was time. Well, we decided it was time to evict her. So we served her notice in the form of pitocin and she gathered her things and ran outta her womb like it was on fire. She was so cute and squishy. She had clearly been bulking up for her debut. I can’t blame her. There were lots of photos. She just wanted to look good. And she was so cute. Did I mention that already? Ok, I just want to emphasize how stinking cute she WAS. Until she turned into a monster. A no sleep, always wanting to eat, pee through her diaper, projectile pooping monster. She was great until it came to bedtime. She was all about staying up with her parents. Again, I can’t blame her. We are pretty awesome. In the spirit of sharing, I wont leave too much out. Basically, she decided I was a buffet. An all you can drink nightmare. She cluster fed until I was so raw I couldn’t bear the thought of nursing for another minute, much less a year. I gave it the ole college try. I toughed it out. For about a week. And then I threw in the towel. When she gave me a blood blister that made my milk bloody, I had had enough. We were supplementing at that point I believe and I was attempting to pump to keep up with her without her razor sharp sucking machine of a mouth making me even more sore. I’d nurse and pump. I hear that pumping that early was a mistake, but let me tell you, at that time you could have told me she would get pure gold outta my boobs and I still wouldn’t have let her near me. So we started formula. Which brings me to the ultimate point. Our routine. 

Because we switched to formula when she was itty bitty, we were blessed with a routine that included me sleeping more than I had been. *Let me mention here that I was also suffering with a pretty rough patch of post partum depression as well, so sleep was high on the list of things I could cope with and frankly needed to cope* So we developed a routine that worked. I got sleep and so did Jacob and Mackenzie…well she did her baby thing. 

Jacob was working weekends, so it opened up a few extra options for us. We alternated who got up and who got up when. And I napped almost every time she napped. Which went down to twice a day pretty quickly. I’d wake up with her in the morning and then she’d go back down around 10 or 11 and then she’d be up until 330 or 4 sometimes and we’d go get Hayden from school and then when we came home she and I would nap. I’m not ashamed to say I napped with her. It worked for me. I needed the sleep. I needed the down time I wasn’t getting while I was awake. If I was awake I was trying to do laundry or clean or read or watch TV or just keep busy. So instead, a lot of times, I would just sleep. Sometimes it is the only way I can stop my brain from constantly running. So I do, and I did. Judge if you must, but know that I couldn’t care less. I know for a fact my sleep schedule irritates people. Good for you. Be irritated. I’ll be sleeping, we can discuss it when I wake up. 

We started splitting up the nights while she was getting up a lot. One of us would stay up late with her, until at least 2 or 3, and then the other one would get up with her from 3 until whenever. Sometimes I stayed up and sometimes I slept. It was really hit or miss. Ultimately she started getting up less and less and we were able to get more sleep. And God love him, my husband saw that if I was going to get any better emotionally and stay that way, I needed a full night sleep at least a few times a week. So bless his soul, he started staying up with her Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights. He would get up with her, feed her, change her and put her back to bed. All while I slept. Sometimes I would get up and help, and sometimes she would sleep through the night. She was all mine Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights because he was working 12 hours Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Sunday nights just depended on how rough his weekend at work was and how she slept for me. 

If you know me, you know I’m a napper, and I’m a sleeper. I like sleep. It makes me feel better. I don’t love it the way I used to because I know I use it to avoid dealing with things, but I also need it more than the average person. I don’t know why, I just do. I always have. I have to get enough sleep to be a decent human being. It’s just the truth. I’m a horrible person to be around if I’m not getting enough sleep. And somehow, my husband is almost the polar opposite. He needs sleep, yes. But he is able to sleep around 6 hours and he’s good. He can’t sleep in either. Thank goodness one of us is that way, I guess. Otherwise we’d never get anything done. 

So that’s it. Our routine while baby Mac was an itty bitty. 

Now, our sleep routine consists of me sleeping and Jacob getting up with her if she gets up. I rarely get up with her anymore. Not because I don’t want to, but she usually won’t calm down for me like she will for him. And if I pick her up, I can’t put her down. She will just wake up. I have no idea why. It’s not immediate but it’s eventual. As in, if I’m the one who puts her down, she will eventually wake up. It might be 5 minutes it might be an hour, but it will happen eventually. I don’t know why she does it. I don’t know if it’s because she realizes I’m not holding her anymore or if she wants her daddy to put her down for the night, I have no idea. But it doesn’t matter how she got to sleep, if it was with me or Jacob, he has to be the one to physically put her in her bed. Weird, I know. 

How she gets to sleep at night is still a struggle and getting her to bed is an issue sometimes. She typically lays down with us and we either sing her to sleep or she watches one of our shows with us. We need to get a rocking chair for her room so we can rock her to sleep again, but for now, this works. It’s not ideal, but my lingering mommy guilt is soothed by laying down with her every single night to go to sleep as a family. So, for now, it works. 

And that’s it. A whole post on Baby Mac and her sleep habits. Or lack there of. 



Good to be back.

And on Father’s day no less.

Now, for a post about my husband, my baby daddy.

Ya’ll. I have an awesome husband, meaning my kids have an awesome father. But that in no way means we are perfect. Duh. I have an awesome husband for the precise reason that he drives me absolutely bonkers half the time. He challenges me to be a better person every day. A better person who doesn’t throw things at him when he cops a tude when I’m running low on sleep and energy. A better person who doesn’t scream and yell when my house isn’t clean when I get home from work and he’s been home all day. A better person who can enjoy sitting around watching soccer and cleaning out our garage on a Sunday that was SUPPOSED to be lazy. He makes me do things I don’t want to do, like dishes and laundry. He makes me wake up before 10 on the weekends. He challenges me to be the head of the household when it comes to making sure we are eating right and not eating man food all the time.

All of the sarcasm really means this: my life would be REAL boring and mediocre if he wasn’t around. He keeps me on my toes. He doesn’t let me get away with everything. He keeps our kids laughing and he even laughs when I’m being a complete idiot. And he can laugh at himself. And he makes me laugh, which is real important ya’ll.

And he likes what I like to watch on the E-lectronic Picture Machine aka the TV. Bones anyone? Seriously, where have I been the last like…..6 years? I don’t know but I’m in love with this show. And the best part? He loves it too. We watch at LEAST 4 or 5 episodes a week. And we aren’t even close to being caught up. lol

So..Happy Fathers Day babe. You’re the best, there’s no Bones about it 😉


That’s what I’ve decided my life is. Boring. Aside from job searching and child rearing, I’m pretty boring.

I’m so congested my teeth hurt when I try to move faster than a slow crawl, meaning breathing during related activities is also difficult. Needless to say that means ye ole treadmill hasn’t been getting any action from me lately. 2 weeks at least. Cuz cool kids wait that long to see the doctor, didn’t you know that?

I’ve been reading a lot lately…read a few Harper Connelly books, not impressed. Right now I’m reading The Help. I kinda want to read the Hunger Games, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet. I LOVED the Janet Evanovich book One for the Money, but I’m trying to find Two for the Dough a little cheaper. Doesn’t look like my li-bary has it either. LAME SAUCE.

Mac has started singing when she hears music that appeals to her. Looks like I’ve got a nerd on my hands, cuz that’s mostly classical. Not that its a bad thing. Bring on the nerdom and the MD, mama needs an in-house Doc! (read above, lol)

Hayden is more than excited that it’s football season again. I just have to keep reminding him that he’s an Auburn fan. Not that he loves any other team as much as his Cardiac Cats….he just doesn’t quite understand the heartache that comes along with being an Auburn fan. 2010 National Champs…lets just say that was the highlight of a LOT of bad years for us loyal followers. I have a feeling he might be getting a big healthy dose soon though…its only a matter of time before those Tigers lose their stripes, as much as it hurts me to say it. We just don’t look strong enough to finish out the season without at least a few L’s in the column. I, however, have more faith than the announcers (who are just hateful in general to AU sometimes). I do think we have a shot at a decent bowl game. BCS bowl? Prolly not. But a bowl game none the less. I know it may hurt my Alabama fan husband…but those Bammers are gonna eat it at LEAST once this year. National Championship team they are not. Not unless they do some REAL work this season. And maybe get a little luck. I’m just not seeing them strong. Typically, if they have a strong team they come out that way, and they just haven’t the last 2 games. We shall see. We shall see. But you heard it here first folks!

OK…I guess I had more to blog about than I thought. Really just get me started talking about college ball and I can talk for HOURS. I may not know everything but I love the sport and I try to keep up. It’s hard but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do when she lives in the South!

P.S. Ever feel like your life was a bad episode of “Groundhog Day”??

Hey Ya’ll

Ok. I’m back. For reals this time. Yeah yeah, I’ve said it before, but look. This girl has got to get back in the swing of things. A) I need to laugh B) I need to lose weight and C) I love making people laugh. Seriously. It’s an all-time favorite past time. Even though I’m pretty sure that 90% of the time I either try too hard or I’m just not funny, I still love to try.

Life Update: Mac is 10 months old. WHOA BABY NOTSOBABYANYMORE! Hayden is almost 10 years old. No comment on THAT one. And I’m almost an age that I don’t particularly want to admit. But Hubbs is closer. HAH. Oh 30, you will be a hilarious year, twice over. I’m 26, almost 27 and Hubbs is a not so fresh 28. Young, yes. But Hubbs is older. Let’s not be forgetting that.

I’m quite a few pounds bigger than I’ve ever been in my ENTIRE LIFE. I’m on meds for depression and I’m unemployed. Guess not much has changed since the last time I was here! lol

I’m currently looking for jobs anywhere and everywhere that pay in real money, not fake money, like “contacts” or “networking opportunities”. Show me the green stuff. For reals.

Hubbs and I are both coaching soccer this season, and I made a SMASHING debut already. I’m coaching for the first time and Hubbs is assistant coaching. I’ve got a U-15 team. I’m sure that is RIPE for good blog posting. Being a youth coach is ripe for good stories. Here is just a small tidbit of what I get to enjoy:

During soccer camp a little 4 year old girl with QUITE the personality asks me if the handsome devil “over there” is my hubbs. and I say, why yes, he is. And she then says “well if you had a boyfriend, then you’d be cheating. and if you’re cheating you’re not just cheating on your husband, you’re cheating on your kids too”. My response (other than shock and horror) Ok, well, I dont have a boyfriend so I think we’re all good here. Sharks and Minnows anyone? ANYONE?

See. Out of the mouths of babeswhosdadshaveclearlycheated. Gotta love it.

Other than that we’re good. Just trying to get back in the groove and out of this “no running” rut. If this cold would ever go away I’ll be getting right back on that. No one needs to see allllll if this running AND unable to breathe. It’s just not cute ya’ll.

I’m hoping this will help. I.E. blogging. Maybe the cyber world will keep me accountable. DID YOU HEAR THAT CYBERWORLD….KEEP ME ACCOUNTABLE OR NO ONE ELSE WILL AND I’LL BE CHUBBS FOREVER!

*did anyone notice I used “cyber”? what am I…100?

Forgive me will you?

I have had an eventful time since I last posted here. I’ve been sick, my boys have been sick, birthday parties were attended, and most importantly…friends were found.

It’s an amazing thing…going from one extreme to the other. It’s amazing and exciting but its also humbling. In the time that I have spent apart from my very best friend, I have learned a lot about myself and I hope that helps us move forward in our friendship. I have learned that I am capable of being independent but that I’d rather have someone to experience life with. I learned that I can be a little to hard on people and I’m working on that. I learned that I can be stubborn and that sometimes that is a good thing. I have also learned that I am a forgiving person. I would never have called myself that before now. Yes, I’ve forgiven people before, but it always came with a sense that I really wasn’t as forgiving as I may have thought. I carried the anger and hurt with me. This go ’round I’m really trying to just forgive, forget, and move on. That doesn’t mean I haven’t learned lessons, I certainly have, and those lessons I will carry with me. But as I carry those with me, I am hoping to carry them as only lessons and not as barriers.

OK enough with the deep thoughts….

MAC ROLLED OVER YESTERDAY! WOOOO HOOO! She is 15 weeks old and a rolling machine! I am so very proud!!!

I have also learned the reason why they call it a “poop shoot”….yep…cuz it SHOOTS POOP….Mac is a pro, lemme tell ya. Well….I wont..but you get the picture. Poopie time is “watch out for flying objects” time in our house. lol…she’s definitely more challenging baby to change than Hayden was, I would NEVER have expected it!

OK…and now shes fussing ……..gotta run!

Well now

That will make your day better now won’t it 🙂

Day One

And all I can think is …….OMG what have I gotten myself into?! Will I REALLY be running 13.1 miles in 4 months? I can’t even begin to think its going to be easy. Did I really run a MARATHON and I can’t even think about running a half?! What in the world has gotten into me….oh yeah..I remember now….A BABY. lol I couldnt resist.

So Mackenzie will be roughly 6 months old when this half marathon occurs. SIX MONTHS. My guess—she’ll weigh as much as a 2 year old. jk jk. But I suppose she may be crawling and giving whomever has the privilege of watching her during the race a helluva hard time. BWAHAHAHA, my baby is going to be a handful and I can’t WAIT.

What else is going on??????? HMMMMMMM….still volunteering at the best office on earth aka the public defenders office (I was on a first name basis with an inmate ya’ll…well…I knew his first name..I can’t remember if he knew mine…although I had an advantage…he wore his on his STATE PRISONER vest..meh heh heh), Hayden goes back to school tomorrow (collective sigh…awwww), still on the job hunt, Jacob is enjoying working weekends now that college football is over for him, and we’re just taking it day by day.

any funny baby moments lately you ask? Why YES. Picture this: You’re in a public place..any public place..we’ll say…Best Buy in Columbus lol and baby starts the UUHHHGGGHHH….EERRRGGGHHHH…and you know whats coming…and then you smell that not so sweet smell. Its time to take baby to the bathroom. Everything is going well until…UUUGGGH…and somehow…there’s poop on the diaper wipe carrier…at the other end of the changing table. Nice Mackenzie. A kamikaze poop in the public restroom. Touche.