1st Bath

2 weeks old and that umbilical stump finally fell off!  So you know what time it is.  First Bath time!  I had to wait till Dad came home from work because it's a big deal and a photo op :)  Reid liked it and didn't cry at all. 

Oh me, yeah this is my uniform.  Tank top, nursing sleep bra and pink sweatpants.  And when I get chilly I throw on a super sexy cardigan.  I do change into jeans when I go into public but the second I get home it's back to sweatpants.  Hey I'm in the baby cave!  You know my eyebrows are still getting penciled in though.  Some things you just can't do without.  My 8 week leave is over November 3rd.  I did the paperwork to be out for 12 weeks but we will see how I feel.  So happy I don't work 12.5 hours shifts anymore.  Papa is enjoying his time off.  He usually stops by to see the boys in the evening.  Pumping still sucks.  I pump 10 oz. day and freeze it.  I wish there was an app that could keep track of the # of ounces in the chest freezer.  Baby might get his first bottle tomorrow night because we have Open House at Brady's school.  I got a cute idea off Pinterest for a little open house gift.  Steve calls it a kiss-ass gift but whatevs!  Teachers should be appreciated more.  I read the (national) average teacher makes $50,000 a year.  I'm sure in Buffalo it's less so I think they deserve it.  I would not want 22 5 year olds for 7 hours a day.  God Bless 'em I say :)  

Uniform (bonus points for matching?)

 

And this child (below) has me convinced he is part goat!  Pierce is the reason we have no chairs around our kitchen table right now.  We had to put all of them in the garage because when I'm breastfeeding the baby is when he would decide to climb.  He loves to stand on things, tables, coffee tables, any tote or box he can find and empty out gets flipped over and stood on.  He is crazy!  Good thing he is so cute.  And I think he is going to be a talker just like his big brother.  He says a new word everyday.  Truck, Bus, Baby, Papa are a few new ones.  It is never going to be quiet in this house again.  Well, maybe in 18 years.