Life Update

I know, it has been awhile since I have written anything. Well, I wrote something about GOT earlier today, but it had been a few days since my last post. I am sure most of you are dying to know what has been happening in my life.

Logan is over two weeks old now. As you can see, he is growing and healthy. I wish I could tell you that everything has been great. Logan has not been as easy as Payton. Yes, during those first few weeks, it was tough getting her to fall asleep at night, but it only lasted a little bit and when she was up during the day, she rarely cried.

One of the reasons it was easier has to do with Payton being our first kid. I was able to stay up pretty late and watch television, while waking her up for those late night feedings. I would go to bed and when the early morning feeding came, Lindsey would get up. She let me sleep until 10 or 11 each day. We both got plenty of sleep. It was perfect. Now though, I have to wake up when Payton wakes up. Lindsey cannot lift her out of the crib. She is still sore from the surgery.

It also does not help that Logan cries and screams almost all day long. Then at night, he turns it up a notch. He is absolutely miserable. We are working through it. We have changed his formula and the amounts we feed him, hopefully that helps.

It also does not help that I went back to work this week. I took two weeks off after Payton was born. Everything was so easy that it was not even necessary. Lindsey healed very quickly and we ended up just doing normal stuff. Plus, we had tons of visitors. This time, we decided that I would take a week and then a week towards the end of her maternity leave.

Poor decision on my part. I have been extremely exhausted each day at work (it did not help that we were really busy every night and I got home super late) and then have to wake up early. Needless to say, I am hitting a wall on how far my body can go at this point. I am getting old.

And let me warn you now, I am not looking for advice. I do not want encouragement. I do not feel like hearing another person say “oh don’t worry, this will pass and it will get easier.” I have heard this from at least twenty people, and I realize it will get easier. I know that it will pass. Unfortunately, that does not make time go by any faster. It probably makes it worse. Knowing there is light at the end of the tunnel makes you wish for it, to strive for it, to hope for it. It feels like time is slowing down.

I continued my tradition of going to the Pirates home opener. That was probably a mistake. Again, very little sleep, coupled with some beers, toss in a long game, and by the time I got home I was completely drained. It was a pretty awesome game though. The Pirates should have won, but found a way to blow the game in about the most Pirate way possible. Also, I did get to witness history since Yadier Molina played third base after Matt Carpenter got ejected. The Cardinals were down to their last bench player, backup catcher Matt Wieters. They brought Wieters in to catch and moved Molina to third. It was actually pretty cool.

Aside from the shitty outcome, it was great hanging out with friends (we added Offord to the group this year–hopefully he can be part of Adam2 and I’s yearly tradition).

I bought Payton this awesome Captain Marvel shirt the other day. It is insane to me how big she is getting. She has outgrown pretty much anything 2T or most of her 3T stuff. We are buying 4T and that shirt is actually a kid’s extra small. It was not in the toddler section, just in the little girls stuff. Granted, we are both short, so there is a good chance she just stops growing at age 5.

It has been cool watching her develop mentally. She recently started just making stuff up. For example, at dinner tonight she looks at me and says that there is a turtle above my head and that it is swimming in the water. So either she has a good imagination or she took some pretty good acid. I checked…there was no turtle and her milk was normal.

She also yells up to Lindsey and I in the car that she sees a crocodile outside. I like to roll with these things and was like “what?? Oh no, not a crocodile! I hope it doesn’t eat us.” She laughed. Although, I think Lindsey was scared of being attacked.

Another odd development is that she has started biting. Not everyone, just me. She just comes up to me and tries to bite my hand. Or she will try to bite my butt. It is kind of funny, but also terrifying. I was holding Logan the other day and she comes up and hugs my leg. Then starts trying to bite my butt. It tickled, so I started laughing, but also, was trying to get her to stop. I do not want her to think biting butts is an acceptable thing. Unfortunately, I was holding Logan, so my hands were not free. I had to keep trying to turn around and step away from her. Lindsey thought it was hilarious.

So that is my life at the moment. Here are a few other odds and ends…

-Give Jason’s podcast a listen…it is called What kind of person? You can find it on Google Play and the iTunes store. I am sure he would appreciate any reviews.

-If anyone is interested in seeing Live & Bush on August 25th at Stage AE in Pittsburgh, well get tickets. I think Lindsey and I are going, it would be cool to meet up or go out after with some friends.

-Read Sean’s fantastic post about his community email list and their very serious poop problem. I have never put a poop bag in someone’s trash can that had already been picked up, but if it is out there the night before and I have Samson out for a walk, then yeah, I drop his poop in there.