Hair Today...Gone Tomorrow!

I am intrigued by the transformation that my hair has gone through since I've had my baby. For starters, I swore up and down while I was prego and recouping from a horrible, HORRIBLE haircut that I would be growing my hair out long again. That didn't last very long. Buhba was born in January, and at the end of April I chopped several inches off.  I then re-swore (is that a word?) to myself that I wouldn't cut it again, but yet, I see cute little "mommy cuts" and I envy how fast those moms must be at getting ready in the morning, and how little up-keep a short cut would be.  So, we'll see how long I last before the next cut.  The other thing is that my hair is falling out.  Not shedding (anyone who has ever lived with me, knows that I shed. Heck, anyone who has ever worked with me, stood by me in the grocery checkout line, or even passed me at a red light is probably well aware that I shed. I joke that I could never commit a crime because my dark brown hair would be a dead give-away!) Anyway, about four months after I had Buhba, my shedding turned from a little bit falling out here and there to leaving a trail behind me where ever I go! If you ever need to find me, just follow the hair trail...kinda like a fair tale for frumpy mommies! Seriously, I stare at myself in the mirror each morning expecting to find bald patches (you should see my bathroom floor - or my shower drain...just ask my hubby who has unclogged it several times in the last few months!). Anyway, I heard that this was the norm, but my "norm" is already shedding, so I'm worried that my post pregnancy shedding may just do me in to having to purchase a wig!

You Know You're a Mommy When...

You know you're a mommy when the word "blowout" is no longer used in reference to a huge sale at your favorite clothing store at the mall, but rather a massive outpouring of baby poop that covers your child from butt to neck, and induces dry-heaving, and vomit-like reflexes! 

My Inhibitions: If Found, Please Return!

Lost: My Inhibitions

Last Seen: Sometime around Sept. 2008

If Found, Please Return ASAP!

I feel like like I may need to post this flyer in my home, and perhaps wear it on me when I take my baby, aka "Buhba" out in public with me. 

I may need to retrace my steps to remember when I have last seen my inhibitions. I remember having them most of the time before I was pregnant, but I think that somewhere around the time I started having contractions around 14 1/2 weeks, they picked-up and left town. They pretty much had to leave because from that point on, I was being "checked" by various people (after "Buhba" finally got here I think that I counted over 20 different nurses and doctors)! 

Then there's labor and delivery - yeap, my inhibitions, didn't even come back for a visit: not even a card or gift. And then when I was learning the ins and outs of nursing, my inhibitions completely disappeared, and there's been no sign of them since! 

If you came to visit me during "Buhba's" feeding time during the first few weeks, chances were that you were going to get a show - at the time I was way more worried about making sure that my little guy would catch on to feeding, than worry about if people were seeing "the goods!" 

I figured that after a few months of this, my good ol' inhibitions would return, and I'd back to my old, private, self.  Well, not really.  I swore up and down that I'd never be one of "those" woman who nursed in public, well, I am. Sorry, I can't help it. Let me clarify, I ALWAYS have a blanket, but I have been known to have feed my little guy at the Cheesecake Factory, Famous Dave's, at the pool of the Monte Carlo, and various other places. I may just have to come to the realization that my old friends, my inhibitions, may just not be coming back...but if by chance, you do stumble upon them, please return them to me - there may be a reward involved! :) 

Mommy of a Six-Month-Old or The Newest Star of "Punked"???

Right now I'm laying in bed, and it's hitting me that my little baby is six months old! That's right, I'm the mommy of a rolling, babbling, sitting up, solid-eating (and solid pooping), smiling, beautiful, little boy! 

About 15 or so months ago, I remember laying in bed, praying that God would bless me with a little soul, and now, here I am.  My life has changed entirely: my once clean, perfectly organized home is now cluttered with toys, dirty diapers, un-matched baby socks, and coupons for diapers and such; a shorter-cut bob has replaced the shoulder-length head of hair I once used to sport; instead of cute necklaces or accessories that accent my outfits, my new fashion is now a milky-colored spit-up spot on my clothes; when I sit at the computer to do various work duties, I have a baby whose wobbly body makes typing a workout; and lastly, where I used to see black numbers on my bank account, I now see red. But I can honestly say, without a doubt, that being a mommy is worth every change or small sacrifice I may have made. 

However, I am still trying hard to figure out where the heck the last six months of my life went. I somewhat recall the doctor handing me a crying baby, covered in a jello-like substance, but everything else from that moment on seems to be a blur. It really is a cruel joke that life pulls on new moms. After nine months of creating a human, several hours of delivering that human, and then long, sleepless nights of ensuring that that little human's needs are met, our mommy brains go into autopilot, and mentally, nothing is absorbed.  However, everything else around us (including that once-little-human) continues to grow and change.  I am wracking my brain to remember my little "Buhba's" first smile, first babbling, and other firsts, but they slip my mind. I'm still waiting for Ashton to jump out of the closet and tell me that I've been "Punked", and that my little six-month-old is really still a few weeks old! Any time now, Ashton...I'm waiting...