eight months

Such a happy boy in the morning :)

Our little man is eight months old today!!! His hair is getting so long it's going over his ears, so we're planning to take a family trip to get it cut this weekend :) He still just has the two teeth on the bottom, and in the crazy weeks since we moved to Iowa we managed to get him to sleep through the night! Can I get a hell-yeah~!!!

I'm really not sure how Dustin and I survived the past month without killing ourselves or each other. Honestly. I don't think I stopped to realize what we were doing at the time, but in the past month we've moved our household to a different state all while I was traveling and completely out of pocket for 3 weeks. Add two sick puppies to the mix (Chopper even had a barium swallow last week) and I'm lucky my husband hasn't packed his bags and left! One day I got a text from him that both Chopper and Jonah had puked on him already :/ He truly is a saint. Naturally I feel like the worst mom on the face of the earth for being gone SO much, but knowing this move was the best thing for our family will makes all the agony worth while. And it's OVER! I'm DONE traveling!!! Can I get a Hallelujah!!! 

Eight months already!?!

Yesterday was monumental in that I disinfected my pump to hand off to Dustin's sister when she's here next month. I'm DONE. Done. Done. Done. On a flight out of Jackson, Mississippi last week I was harassed by a complete idiot of a TSA agent. The conversation went something like this:

Him: "I just don't understand why you have milk if you don't have your baby"

Me: "Um...." (seriously?) "If I had my baby I wouldn't have any milk"

Him: "I just don't understand why you have milk- where is the baby?"

Me: "Well, you see, when you breastfeed you continue to make milk even when you're not with your baby" (do I need to spell it out for him?!)

Him: "Well I guess I don't know why you wouldn't just throw it out"

Me: "Throw it out?! THROW IT OUT?!? This is like liquid gold!  You don't throw it out!"

I'm already embarrassed going through security at the airport- I have to set my milk out for all to see, then follow the security officer carrying my black bag and milk in hand while s/he test the inside of the bag. Then they place the containers of milk on a magical machine which lets them know it's not explosives or something. I guess it's just having perfect strangers around me see my bodily fluids that makes me feel vulnerable-- add a moron questioning my motives to the mix and the tears flowed freely. Not in front of the said moron unfortunately.

Me and Jonah- reunited once again at the Cedar Rapids airport this time.

The good news is I have a happy airport story to share! I was attempting to get home from St. Louis last Friday- the last day of a very long week away from home including 6 flights and 3 different cities. Due to weather moving through the flights going out of STL were delayed, and I was going to end up in Detroit for the night, not getting home until 1pm on Saturday. I sheepishly asked if I could at least get my luggage since my breast pump was in there- (that reminds me I need to fill you in on how I attempted to stop pumping by leaving my black bag at home that week- NOT a good idea. I am now the proud owner of a manual breast pump which is what was in my suitcase). The Delta agent asked me where my baby was and I replied "at home- I haven't seen him in five days". Great big crocodile tears sprung from my eyes as the reality of that statement sunk in. She immediately got on the phone with her supervisor and rebooked me on a flight through Minneapolis, getting me home just two hours later than initially planned. Praise God from whom all blessings flow. 

More good news: I finally was able to get my butt out of bed and start working out in the morning this past week! I'm SO happy about that. It's such a great feeling to have that out of the way first thing rather than have it interrupt your evening. Now that I'm done with travel I have a little weekly workout schedule figured out- including a Friday night Zumba class with the Grabe girls :D I'm pretty sure my scale is broken- the damn thing has been reading the same weight since my birthday- but I tried on some of my summer clothes and things are starting to fit again so hey- I'll take what I can get ;) xx