Shoo...

After being home for a few days I truly have a new respect for stay at home Mamas.  I've always known that it's a hard job.  I've always known that it's exhausting.  But when you are actually doing it, you realize just how hard it is.  You always think, "Oh yeah.  I can get all of that laundry done, folded and put away."  Or, "Oh yeah.  I plan on getting all dolled up and having dinner ready for my husband when he gets home from work."  I say that, but at this very moment it's after 6:00 and dinner is going to be leftovers and I'm still in my pajamas (and no, I'm not ashamed).  Perhaps I would feel bad about this if I did it more often.  But the days of being like this are so few and far between that I like to enjoy them when I can.

Tonight starts the NCAA tournament and I am just so excited.  This is one of my favorite times of year.  In my house it was always a big deal.  My Dad took off work and we always filled brackets out as a family.  Of course, now that has expanded to Nate, Cooper, Lola and Mollie and Lucy.  The winner gets to pick out where we go out to dinner.  Mom won last year thanks to Butler.  Nate has coined himself Nate "Golden Boy" Myers. Nate gets some trash talk going that usually involves calling my Mom some character off of the Golden Girls and then when she beats him he makes the excuse that the only reason that she does good is because she chooses her winners based on whether or not she likes their uniforms or the cities that they're based in.  Tournament time always comes with an abundance of smack talk so it's always pretty fun.  One of these years we're going to get the Hoosiers back in and it will be even more interesting for us IU fans.

Last night we were successful at eating sweet potatoes.  This morning and this evening, not so much.  I partially blame it on our lack of a high chair.  We didn't buy one because we knew that we wouldn't immediately need it.  So we plopped Cooper down in the Bumbo and tried to feed him out of it.  He dislikes it.  I think it's too constricting for him.  He's too much of a mover and a shaker to be sitting in a mint green plastic "chair" on the counter.  For that reason, I ordered his high chair tonight.  Hopefully he will enjoy it and the eating will be easier for us.  We had a long discussion about how he CANNOT be breastfed his entire life.  Hopefully he took it to heart.

Here are some pictures of our time together at home.  He now sits in his bouncer as opposed to laying in it.  He's too strong for his own good!  Also included is a picture of what my boys were doing for the majority of the time that I was writing the blog.  Yip, he's a Daddy's boy!