Too GQ? Too flashy? Too chill?

2 months old and totally rockin' this life.

Still workin' on that baby announcement thinger though.

Oh happy day...

...I found my hand...

Status report 1:56pm

Bad guys eliminated...

...but still in jammies.

Baby weight...

I'm generally not one to worry how much I weigh. I don't have a scale. I'm good if the pants fit. HOWEVER, out of morbid curiosity I let the nurse at my oncologists office weigh me. I was SHOCKED to find out that I was 15 pound more than I estimated. Yikes. I was bugged for about a day.

My real weigh in was yesterday at my 6 week follow up visit.. DA da daaaaaaa... 10 pounds lighter!!! Now, I can guarantee you that I did not lose that much weight in a week but it sure feels great to shed those psychological pounds. My doctor continued to applaud my weight (that's why I pay him the big bucks) and told me that nursing moms tend to hold onto 5 or 6 pounds until they quit - it's all that extra liquid and fat for milk making (yes, he said that). So I'm perfect, he said (but don't tell my pants, they stubbornly disagree).

Really... it won't...

Image from here.
I'm having a bit of trouble doing it all right now. Let's be honest... I've never really completely had it together. There's always something, well, several things. And that's okay. Most days.

I may not get Christmas cards out this year. True story.

Home made neighbor and gifts? Not so much.

You didn't want those extra calories anyway, right?




Christmas shopping? Well. We're keeping it simple this year but I still have to actually do some shopping. But it's really really cold outside. Perfect for procrastination. Really.



This was going to be the year of the advent calendar tradition. Unfortunately, checking the TV guide for the Christmas show of the evening is as far as I've gotten. Oh, and starting to decorate the tree. And, we've read some Christmas books. Next week - a gingerbread house. WAIT - we made paper chains and ceremoniously cut them every day. The full advent calendar tradition will have to wait until next year for it's official introduction though. Maybe.






Even though things aren't perfect we're still managing to have some fun. A few jolly laughs even. It's our first Christmas with Isaac. Every time baby Jesus is mentioned I see the boys look at him. It reminds me what Christmas is about and that I'm grateful for what we have and especially for the moments that we enjoy together.

Oh.

Nobody is perfect.
We all make mistakes.
A very wise friend of mine taught me to
chalk them up to the stupidity of youth and move on.
oh. is a blog that lets you set your mistakes free
(and is great for some good reading, I might add).
::via Design Crush

That darn desmoid...

While pregnant I enjoyed a lovely little break from thinking about that blasted dang tumor thing. Pregnancy = no CT scans = not even worrying about it.

I always prefer not thinking about stressful crappiness.

This morning I had to have my postpartum follow up scan. It's been a year since my last scan (previously I'd had them every 3 months for the prior 2 years). I was a little nervous... actually, I was a little angry that I had to start thinking about it again. In fact, just before I went to sleep last night I actually got really cranky and angry at it (and at that sick, nasty contrast goo I had to choke down. Not a fan.).

A tumor would totally ruin the holidays, you know?

And heck if I wanted to go through another surgery recovery from, well, heck again.
Or trying some possibly-helpful-but-we're-not-sure chemo. Fun!

CT scan went smoothly and the iodine running like fire through my veins didn't even ruin my day. And, I got to bottle feed Ike all day - it's so very, very convenient to have a happy well fed baby all day (read: napped soundly all day long). And, since I wouldn't be able to pick up my report until Monday morning --- no worrying about stressful crappiness all weekend.

Then, this afternoon I got a call from the clinic. It was my oncologist's assistant. Oh crap. She's never called me before. While my mind was running through a string of new phrases I learned at book club (kidding!) I realized she was saying she just wanted to let me know that everything came back normal. HUH? I was totally confused. It took a second. I had a baby, and my tumor didn't come back. 2 years, 9 months tumor free--- put that 90% recurrence rate in your pipe and smoke it.

I'm meeting with oncologist guy on Wednesday to go over my tumor-free results. I'm hoping he will just tell me that I can be on the yearly scan plan (and that the kidney stone they saw growing awhile back has completely vanished) but in the meantime I'm just going to enjoy my tumor-free weekend.

Cross eyed???

Greg said that Isaac is cross eyed in every picture I picked?
I guess I'm just his mom and not seeing it.
Really? Cross eyed? Oh well.. his mama loves him.

Isaac - 1 month

For my mom... and you too.. I'll blog more later... maybe...