Pump, Poop, Puke. Repeat.

Well hello there outside world! How you be?? Thought I'd drop in for a quick second to say hi and offer up some recent pics of Tyler and his many adorable faces. Oh, and his parents' faces, which don't happen to look nearly as relaxed as their offspring's. Please note that I seem to have developed excessive forehead wrinkles, homeless person brows and a lazy eye in the last few weeks. Think that will focus on or divert attention away from the fact that my eyes are also two different colors? Whatevs, I'm so tired I couldn't care less. My husband, on the other hand, would like the record to reflect that he has a widow's peak and he is not, I repeat NOT losing his hair. Mmmm hmm.

So yeah, this whole motherhood thing? H.A.R.D. Don't get me wrong, it's all kinds of amazing and I adore our little man more than I ever thought possible, but to all the peeps out there who told me it would be "cake" I say, go to hell. Thank you. I love you, but you're all big fat liars. What's been cake is choosing sleep over laundry, feeding the baby over feeding myself and washing my armpits with a baby wipe in lieu of, well, not. TMI? Without going into crazy detail, let's just say I have a whole new respect for my mom, for my hubs' mom who did this by herself at a very young age, and for anyone who's done this more than once. I'm just sayin'.

When I get more than a second to breathe, I'll tell you allll about the wonders and mishaps (I know you're excited). But for the moment I have a baby that needs cuddling and boobs that need pumping. That's right, no shame in my game. Mommy-among-the-mayhem...out.