I am writing this post flat on my back. Some over-zealous yardwork has thrown my back for a serious loop and without the aid of a constant stream of Robaxacet, I have been rendered completely useless. It sucks! I've had a bad back for years, but this current episode is my worst yet. Thankfully Jordan is on days off (Does being a mom mean you have telepathy to schedule your "sicknesses" only for times that are the least inconvenience to the family? Jordan was off work when I had the stomach bug too). Anyway, this has given me an excuse to work on my writing class and to re-visit some posts that have been sitting half written for ages, the one below included.
The boys always eat at the same time, so whenever there's only one parent available we tandem bottle feed them. The overstuffed chair and ottoman in their bedroom that were supposed to be perfect for breastfeeding have been a God-send for bottling: boys in either corner of the chair, mom or dad on the ottoman. I particularly love their first bottle of the morning because they are so hungry and focussed that they pound it back and then they sit quietly staring at me, milk drunk and smiling.
I am in no hurry to have them give up bottles and in turn, this routine. It is one of the few times in the day they're actually calm! The way that tears run down their faces because they're concentrating so hard they're not blinking, followed by the way the look at me afterwards - melts my heart.
Old photo. At this time today I was lying in bed chugging back Tylenol like candy.
Happy Friday! Have a great weekend!