Breastfeeding 15 months plus

I have heard of sibling rivalry. In fact, I've lived it. I have three sisters and a brother. To this day everything is a competition (of love of course) right down to who says happy birthday to someone else first.

William is all about that. He was born in 1/3 the time Amélie was. He weighed more, decided to walk around the same time, and his best accomplishment has been successful breastfeeding and going strong.

Now some of you are just appalled. Stop reading, go away and look up porn or something. Seriously. I know you think I'm kidding but your disgust at my still breastfeeding my toddler is going to get as much respect as porn is. (By the way porn doesn't get that much respect in case you are confused or something ...)

If you are still here it is because you are curious, supportive, or bored. Either one of those is totally fine by me.

For those who think : breastfeeding your 15 month old son? omg that is so much work and is going to ruin him. He'll be SO clingy. Here's the truth about that. My husband was bottle fed and he is about ten times more clingy to me than my son. Just. Saying. ;) lol.

It isn't gross to breastfeed your child. Period. World Health Organization recommends breastfeeding up to two years.

Sidenote : I had another damned link about formula but I hadn't read it yet and now I can't find it so I will add it later.

The reason this post is even coming up is because I recently was given the DIRTIEST look by some friends when I told them I had to run home to nurse my son and put him to bed.

"You're STILL breastfeeding?"

I took that to mean : What the F is wrong with you? Your son will grow up to be a loser and will never leave your house. Ever. That is disgusting and you are a freak.
My response was : Yes. (shrug)

But MAN that seriously chapped my ass (borrowing an expression from Eileen because I'm SURE I've heard her say that before.) I'm still angry and probably hurt. I shouldn't be I know. I'm really doing an awesome thing for my son. I mean should I just up and criticize THEIR choices?

"He doesn't sleep his nights??"

I took that to mean : OMG You are CRAZY. I let my kids cry to sleep from a very young age. I stopped that nonsense right away because I needed my sleep. I wasn't putting up with that bullshit. 

My response : Amélie just started sleeping her nights and she also potty trained herself completely without my assistance in any way, shape or form. In fact, my mom jokes that DESPITE me Amélie potty trained. Including night time bedwetting.

I weighed myself the other day (yesterday) and I weighed 110lbs. Wanna know what I did to lose 50 lbs? I baked cinnamon buns and homemade bread. I also cooked with lots of butter and ate lots of meat. And by lots of butter I mean I keep it stocked in my freezer and I'm going to die of a heart attack when I get older. Or diabetes. I did no exercise. Zero. Seriously I jogged up some stairs (twice) yesterday and I feel like my legs are DYING but ... I weigh 110lbs. I also breastfed and am still breastfeeding. Since I like butter so much I'm going to keep breastfeeding.

I don't give a hooty hoot hootbutt about you having to feed formula because whatever reason you had. I'm sure it's a brilliant and fact filled reason (no sarcasm. honest.) I really don't appreciate the frowny faces or the rude comments and especially the talking behind my back (or to my face in a negative way) about the fact that my son still likes breastfeeding. Grrrr. I swear to God that he will not suffer a horrendous personality disorder from breastfeeding. Has it ever occured to you that maybe it's not the breastfed babies that have the crazy personality disorder? (Omg this could be a whole other blog post)

When I say I need to go home to nurse my son to sleep, all that is required is a "See you in a few" if I'm coming back to the party or whatever, or a "Okay :) TTYL" (Happy face required) Then ... when I leave you talk about the f-ing weather. Unless you want to be supportive then you can say whatever supportive thing you have to say like. Good for you! Or you may also talk about how ridiculously hot I look because ... I know you want to. And it's okay.

I worked super hard at breastfeeding Will in the early months. Amélie quit at 5 months because I had horrid PPD. I perservered and with a super supportive husband we are still going strong. Okay mostly Corey is just super duper lazy and breastfeeding Will to sleep is easier than rocking him. So basically we are uber lazy, BUT on the upside we are doing him a HUGE favor.

Now. I didn't want to tell you this but ... I think you should know. We also let out kids sleep in our bed. WHAT?! Yup. Mostly Amélie just falls asleep there because her bed is uncomfortable or something. Whateves. We move her to her bed she's Awesome. Will comes to our bed after I get up to NURSE HIM the 2nd time or something because it's seriously easier than walking across the hall to put him back in his bed.

After typing that, I'm realizing just how lazy I've gotten. I'm worried though. If I do any physical exercise I might wither away ... hm. This is an interesting dilemma.

Oh. And I'm not looking for comments about how to wean/make my son sleep his nights. But if you have a funny/supportive comment then feel free.

Oh and one more thing. It is completely acceptable to make fun of me behind my back (and to my face) when I am CERTAIN of fact but you can prove me wrong. But seriously. That's the only time. Ever. Got it? I will ... find out. BAHAHAHAH

Why the hell am I still typing on this post? I should be sleeping. Seriously. I say that a lot. Seriously.

One last thing. I didn't post any of the many incredibly benefits of breastfeeding because I have to assume that since you know SO much about it that you can comment rudely to my face about it that you are more than aware of the incredible benefits of breastfeeding. I mean ... you wouldn't make an uneducated comment would you?!

Well, okay another thing if you seriously are just not knowing then I want you to cite your references because ... really ... they are questionable.

Omg and because I don't want the bottle feeding mamas to assassinate me in my sleep, this really has nothing to do with bottle feeding whatsoever.

Oh my god it's late. This post is now done. The end.

At this point I'm not sure this post makes any sense anymore. I'm posting it anyways. You're welcome.

Many Things

- My bread is heavy. I realize that might not make sense to many of you but it's heavy. Kneading too much? Not letting it rise long enough? Luckily, my aunt said she'd show me the trick!

- I currently have so many Scentsy bars in stock that when I have to decide what scent to put in I just go with Rootbeer float. I should have gotten more rootbeer float.

- I'm SO SO Excited for the new catalogue/fall/winter scents to come out. Just two more sleeps!! EEEEE.

- My cinnamon buns ... I tried a new recipe. Lame. I think I'll stick with the recipe that Dot gave me. I like those ones. YUM! I was going to make some today but ran out of flour and I need a trick to get the 'sauce' on the bottom to stop collecting.

- William has been waking up earlier and earlier. I am actually not pleased by this, despite his earlier bedtime. He also headbutted my head while nursing the other morning. GAH.

- Amélie hates wearing clothes. HATES it. As soon as she knows that mémère or one of her matantes are here though she races to get panties on.

- She and Will LUV their Mononcle Devon. Okay actually they basically adore all their aunts, uncles, relatives and anyone that comes over.

- Amélie's fish are still gross when the filter isn't changed and I hate having to remember to feed them but recently Amélie's 'Aladdin' (her betta) died so she got a new one and he's blue. So, blue.

- I go back to work soon and I need the money but not looking forward to it. Sigh. Once I get into a routine it'll be fine I suppose.

- Amélie decided she didn't want to wear diapers after her 3rd birthday so she stopped wearing them even at night. I'm impressed ... except now I have all these girlie pull-ups.

- I seriously need to put up my cupboard doors.

- August is 10% off month for Scentsy.

- Corey is so cute when he's nerdy.

- Going to the movie theater sucks. It's expensive, the popcorn is stale and gross, it's expensive, too loud, people bring their SUPER whiny kids to adult movies, omg it's also so expensive.

I may add to this list later. Most likely I won't though.

Lemon Lavender

I mourned the loss of Spiced Grapefruit in the Scentsy scent bar department. I was truly sad (insert extremely depressing looking face here).

Recently they had this event called Bring back my bar!! I voted like a crazy lady for Spiced Grapefruit (and bubblegum and rootbeer float).

Something hilarious I just realized : For the past month (at least) I've been spelling rootbeer ... like this rootbear. Ha.

Spiced Grapefruit didn't win, nor did bubblegum, but rootbeer float did. Yay!

This post isn't about rootbeer float.

It's about lemon lavender. I cleaned my house and was tired of vanilla cream (Corey's #1 pick) and I decided to try lemon lavender. OMG! I wish I could have called my mom and invited her to my house! It's even BETTER than spiced grapefruit. It smells like I freakin' did spring AND summer cleaning. So. Amazing. And without the devastating side effect of toxic fumes from cleaning chemicals. Super bonus.

Sidenote : I did clean my house but still ... I used a swiffer to wash  my floors. It sure don't smell like lemon and lavender.

Play Dates

I haven't been on a play date with my kids in a long while.

I feel guilty.

There are quite a few people that I would love to go visit! My kids make it difficult for me to sit down and relax. Although these people are cool, relaxed and have a similar sense of humour to mine, I just can't relax when I have to chase my 14 month old son around.

In my own house, I know where all the dangers are. I know what direction he can safely go and I know what he won't touch and how he'll react when I scold him. When I bring him other places, there are an infinite amount of things for him to get into. Although their children are similar ages, their children don't react the same way as Will does. Will is everywhere at the same time. Literally I need to follow him around at other people's houses or else he will destroy something or hurt himself.

I'm not saying he's violent (although witness a tantrum you might think otherwise), I'm saying he's just learned what's okay to play with at home and what's not okay. He can go in the fridge and get himself a fruit and he knows that's okay. He can climb on the couch and sit down but he's just learning not to jump on it. Our house is small and with just one move I can see him almost anywhere unless he's in a bedroom. If I shut all the doors in the house, he can't go anywhere I can't see him, but he can still explore and learn things on his own. All my friends have nicer houses haha.

I get super stressed when I can't see him. Maybe I'm just paranoid, or maybe I'm just aware of what trouble my kid can get into. It makes play dates really stressful for me. So those of you who wanted play dates with me ... bear with me. Maybe I should invest in a leash ...........

RIP USB

At the end of June, something incredibly traumatic happened to me. My son pulled my lap top down while I was working on it and it fell and snapped my USB. My life flashed before my eyes. So did his. Luckily, we both survived.

After absolutely freaking out (insert a panic scream here) I went into save mode and decided to try and save as much as possible. The only thing I managed to save ... was a story I was playing around with in the background. A Star Trek story that has absolutely the least amount of meaning in my life. Of all the things I managed to save it was that story. Thank God.

I'm truly devastated. I called my sister and prayed she had a solution, or that her boyfriend did. They didn't and offered their condolences.

Insert : OMG and to add salt to my wound, I already typed this post and when I went to post it I was greeted with this message 'Error while saving'. So now it's two weeks later and I'm retyping it.

Onward.
I lost all my information. Well now that it's two weeks later I can really look at the situation with a closer and less panicky eye. I had everything on that USB. Over 50 super awesome fanfictions, all my work from work (VALOIS) and all my Scentsy, as well as other random things. So, I had to redo a lot of it.

Scentsy : Most of it was originally on my PC so I was able to email it to myself and reopen it and save it to my laptop desktop until I get another USB. I had to update it dramatically, but I did my best.

Valois : Well, most of my work had been printed so I have at least those copies ... grrr.

Stories : AGH! Well actually they are all on my PC as well, except for the newer ones so nothing updated anyways. Super disappointing but ... not the end of the world I suppose.

I'm still really pissed about it.

Hmph.

Super lame lollyblogger here

Shame on me.

Haven't posted in nearly a month. I would like to say I've been super busy, and I have, but really I'm sure I could have found a moment or two to blog about something. So here's a quick update.

* No foal. The mare either gave birth premature or was super obese and thinned out when she got on greener grass (no that doesn't make sense to me either).

*Will has started to talk, sort of, recently said mémère (after mom drilled it into his head) and pépère (not much prompting) says daddy, there, There it is, bye.

*Amélie decided she didn't want to wear pull-ups anymore so she goes to bed in panties and usually has a dry bed.

*Call of Duty Black Ops has taken priority over posting blog posts.

*Scentsy made my basement smell nice. Mmmmmm.

*I hate mosquitoes a lot.

*I need a bread recipe that makes bread nice and light.

*I REALLY despise those people who post comments on blog posts and aren't helpful at all. :/ I totally do it too but I'm just sayin'

*My friend Jyl has funny facebook statuses and blog posts.

*Amélie likes to repeat everything I say no matter how annoying it is.

*I hate dentists.

Well, that's all for now. :)

Hair

I need to get my hair done. SIGH. I hate getting my hair done. I wish I hadn't cut it :( I'm now uber regretting cutting my hair. I can't put it up into a semi-cool ponytail, instead it's the little ... baby ponytail. (pout) Also, because I colored it ... I have the roots to now deal with. It's been STRONGLY suggested I do highlights next time because they will 'age' better.

Why color my hair? Well ... I've entered the phase of ... the greys. WHAT?! I know. I'm only 28 and I have white/grey hair. Drives me a little crazy.

Sidenote : I like to compare going to the hairdresser with going to the dentist. They always tsk at the condition my hair is in. Yeesh. I wash it honestly!!!

I would like to go blond, but ... I really don't think I'm a blond girl (HAHAHAHA) but really I'm not. I'm a brunette. I miss my long hair. When it grows out I'm going to baby it. I mean not SUPER long, but definitely longer. I love my facebook profile picture. I was even having a bad hair day and it turned out SUPER nice. THANK goodness.

On another tangent ... I should book our family pictures for the fall ... or maybe some summer ones ... I don't know. When IS The best time for family pictures anyways??