A baby and a movie

Today was a pretty big day - Emmett and I had our first date about town! We haven't gotten out a lot recently except to take him to his check ups but with the exception of a couple of stops on the way home to get the necessities and as far as the momma it's been what, 5+ months since I've really done anything. The last outing I even remember was going to go see the midnight showing of Twilight which was 6 months ago yesterday.

long.overdue

So what did we do with our newly discovered freedom?


We had a movie date!
OK, enter eye-rolls and groans here. Apparently I missed some memo about babies being restricted from a movie theater. Uh-oh, somebody call the cops on me for being such a nuisance. I had barely even stepped foot inside the building and some complete and this couple of complete strangers just walks by with those contemptuous look of disgust and makes some nasty comment about selfish, stupid morons who would bring a baby to a movie and not paying their money to listen to a ******* baby cry. Let me just say the way it went down was nasty.

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with people to think that saying something like to anyone is OK? I can't help your thoughts or opinions, but some things should be kept to yourself.

Granted, I understand people's objections about bringing children of any age to a movie if they cause a distraction. Heck, I have been balancing the options of whether or not to go for days now because I just needed to get out and just needed on this particular occasion to see a flick. But bitching & moaning about and put someone down when nothings has happened just seems ridiculous to me. Please tell me if I'm wrong.

Just because I'm a mom doesn't mean I have to be holed up in my home all day with the baby. Just because I'm a mom doesn't mean I can't enjoy the services in life that available to the public -- remember I'm paying for this too, not just you!

It didn't seem like they enjoyed the film at all because I caught them glaring at me during the movie a couple of times. Really, you're that stressed out over it when my little man didn't make a peep the whole movie long? He nursed, he napped, he nursed some more and I was perfectly prepared to leave the auditorium if he started to get fussy. The real kicker is that their cell phone went off ten minutes into the movie. I can't tell you how badly I wanted to make some snarky remark at them but of course I didn't.

It was exactly what this momma needed! And this ends my short rant for the day. If you want to see the movie I definitely give it a thumbs up!!

Steely Blues

We got a first on Tuesday - a photo of Emm with his eyes open!!



When the cameras come out, it's time almost always time for him to hide his big steely-blues! We may have won this battle, but he's still winning the war!

Two little piggies

Emmett wont get his "2 month" check up until June 5th, after we get back from California so I've been a little curious where he's at with his weight now that he's 7 weeks old! Leave it to Rob to make me feel like an idiot for not thinking about using our home scale and weighing myself holding Emmett and then weighing just me and subtracting one from the other. Too much math involved. That's Rob's area of expertise, not mine - not by a long shot. So it looks like we have a good 7 1/2 pounds of chunkster attatched to my boob almost all day. He's a little pig, and growing like a weed. But we wouldn't have it any other way. I know it's not all that accurate, but it works. Can't wait to see how big he actually is in 2 1/2 more weeks!

On a side note, my kitten is no longer a kitten. You wanna talk chunksters? One of my kittens (the older one) is freaking huge. She's such a fatty. I decided to see how much she weighs too. Get this ... 11.4 pounds! I can barely pick her up anymore unless she's standing on something above waist level. It feels like my wrists are going to break. So she's warranted a whole slew of nicknames now. I think they are adorable but Rob says I'm hurting her feelings. Then I have to remind him that she's a cat!!

Bath time

Have I mentioned Emmett loves his baths? It's my favorite part of the day, and not just because it really mellows him out and gets him ready for sleep.

Six week post-partum check-up

I'm finally starting to feel better - I hate being sick, and with a new baby at home it just makes everything that much worse. Thankfully though, nobody else in the house caught what I had. I was terrified of Emmett catching it, but he's as healthy as a horse. Or a grizzly bear. Take your pick.

So the mommy had her check up this morning. Everything is good and I am just glad to have it over. This whole pregnancy experience really is over now, and that's alright with me. I would rather take having a cranky baby and weeks of no sleep than be back on the other side of things. My doctor gave the official go ahead ... I'm sure you can work that out on your own. It's not exactly high on my priority list right now though. I was being 100% serious when I asked if he could retract that statement and excuse me for another couple of months.

Now we're just under 2 weeks away from our visit back home to California. My heart is already pounding. It's going to be a hard trip to take, but one that we're looking forward to regardless.

One month!!

If anyone can believe it, our Emmett is one month old already!! We had a check up with his pediatrician today, and I am a very proud momma right now. He's almost gained 2 whole pounds and is just getting bigger by the day.

6 lbs. 7 oz.
18 3/4 in.

EEK! I totally just realized I have been giving everyone the wrong information. Good Golly!! I can't keep anything straight in my head right now and now DH is just laughing at me. Everything here is up to date and if I've told you something differently I think I may be loosing my mind. He's doing so well and I still think I'm in shock most days.

Sorry we haven't been checking in but with Rob off at work it's been a struggle for me to get through the days. I'm finally starting to make heads and tails of the whole baby thing and hopefully I'll be able to check in a little more. I have discovered the savior that is our sling. Emmett loves, loves, loves it. Well, he loves, loves, loves to be held and I love having two hands so I can try and do something so it's a win-win for everyone so I am absolutely loving the PeanutShell sling that my MIL bought for us.