Living it up, Living it up ,oh yeah, Friday night....

Well after a looong day, even longer week, even longer year (yeah at January 28th)....I just finished watching Battlestar Galactica. Its our weekly respite from thinking. Just sit back and watch. Its actually a wonderful show....many of you have heard me go on about it. But its not just my word...check outthis review...http://www.nationalreview.com/comment/suderman200601200838.asp

So todays playgroup was Romper Room. We had our biggest group ever with children ranging from about 9 weeks to 17 months. The boys still outnumber the girls but we are seeing an increase in girls lately. I love the differences among the group. Our age range for moms seems to be 19 to 36 and LUCKY me im the oldest. I never thought i would be the oldest mom in any room. ITs weird. I keep thinking....where are all the thirty and forty something moms(Maria i know your wondering this too)...i know they exist...the statistics prove that...and we cant walk past a magazine rack at the supermarket without seeing another aging starlet giving birth or adopting. Geez...i hate being part of that grouping. But im starting to be pretty impressed with this "younger" generation of mothers. I really admire them. And although not that many years seperate me from them i DO notice differences. I figure our group represent a pretty good cross section of mommys in Lexington and im seeing the trend in them to be stay at home mommys. They dont seem to feel as pushed to juggle a career and motherhood. Perhaps because they feel time is on there side? I envy there energy and their ability to put themselves together. I especially love seeing all of them nursing....and nursing in public.....YOU GALS ROCK!!!!

Its been a full 24 hours since The Wolverine has nursed. Ive been pumping and giving it to him in a bottle today. This is a first and a desperate attempt by this mom to encourage sucking and not biting. Thank goodness my sister gave me this bottle......i never thought i would use it though. I try not to be sad when i use it.....at least he is getting what he needs....and i know he loves being held even if he isnt actually latched on. Ive tried to give him alot of extra cuddling and holding too. Im just afraid he is going to not be able to latch on properly any more.

Tonight when i was holding him and bouncing him to sleep on the exercise ball he patted my chest (our sign for nursing) and i just cried. We had already tried to nurse beforehand and all he did was bite down and pull off...OUCH!!

ON a positive note.....Tim watched the wolverine for awhile tonight to let me get out and get some much needed space and perspective. Instead of getting a drink (which was my first thought) i went to the gym and worked out . It made me feel a little better.

Yaaay me.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens......

Well i guess im now officially a modern mom. I have a blog. Driven to purge my desperate thoughts to page by one year of sleep deprivation, cold meals, no alone time, a ghost of a sex life, no memory capacity, blah blah..you know the drill. Nothing i am feeling or experiencing is new or different or unique from any other parent down thru the ages.....its just that its happening to me now. So i swear....no celebrity like indulgences of "How motherhood has changed my life" or "Made me a better person" or "Now i know the secrets to the universe".

Im learning i know little of nothing. But im coming to terms with my stupidity. At least im entertaining the troops....my one year old thinks im hilarious.

My child, who im going to refer to as wolverine (for various reasons) is almost 13 months old. Which by the way, when can i stop referring to his age in months?? Is there some rule of etiquette on this???

So FridayPlaygroup.....my oasis...my weekly pick me up....my reminder that im not in this war alone. And now there is a place to post updates about schedules or questions on things like "why wont my child stop biting me" or whatever.

Today im going to lament my current drama (each week brings on a new one, right?). My child will not stop biting me. Nursing has come to a screeching halt. We just cant seem to make it happen. Hopefully this will work itself out. Ive considered everything ..Maybe he is teething and feeling badly....maybe ive traumatized him when i scream like a banshee when he bites me so he is on a nursing strike.....maybe those big teeth are just in the way.......whatever the reason im just about at the end of my rope. Thank God for my sister who is the research queen for giving me some reassurances that this is not unheard of...and for giving me positive encouragement. She is right......this does not have to signal the end of nursing...Me and the baby are both still willing and wanting to nurse...we just are in a stooper right now....eventually it has to work out, right?????