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Keeper of the Castle, Protector of the Progeny

Well.



It's been quite some time since I've posted. Currently I have an old month old son, Myles. I start back to school for the fall semester in a few days. He, obviously, is the light of my life. So. Where were we? I was getting a mastectomy and finishing up school.

Eventually the mastectomy will happen. I'm still adjusting in my new role as "Mom". I'm kinda rocking it, I'll be honest. Except currently I have this hardcore neck ache because The Boy is a Velcro baby. If you have kids- you know what that is. If you don't- hahahahahahahaha. Wait. Just wait. You'll hear that a lot from me now, but it's all in love and fun.

I don't have many blog followers, and because it's public there won't be photos of my son, but baby photos are okay, right?  









Okay.
That's my love, Mr. Myles. Now that I've shared him, it's doubtful you'll see more. This boy has started trying to stand without support at 7 months old.

What? They do that? And then someone said, "oh well you'll convert him to a toddler bed at 18 months." So in 8 more months you want me to put my BABY in a real bed? Why don't I just give him my keys and retire as the family driver? What is this nonsense?

Y'all. He's so damn smart. I mean. He was crawling at 4 1/2 months. Well. It's insane. Luckily he's not a genius, because he's still not cleaning house or doing my homework, but he HAS tried to clean my face with a washcloth, so either my face is super dirty and I need to fix that (when was my last shower again? or else he's just super fastidious. 

And on the topic of showers. No one tells you that 8 months after the baby is born you'll still have a hard time showering. They act like once he's not "new" anymore it will be fine. They are ugly liars. It will not be fine. I set a reminder on my phone last night to make sure I at least brush my teeth everyday. And he's 8 months old!!

Many of those same people will tell you let the baby cry. For now, I won't even go there except to say, if you were crying and upset because your world had ended, wouldn't you want to be comforted?

Anyways. So here's my welcome back to me post. I have the app on my phone so MAYBE there will be more posts. But I also can't remember to brush my teeth or shower so it's really up in the air at this point. Happy Saturday!!

K
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