may your Christmas be filled with rage

-sean got lotsa loot yesterday. it's cool to be a kid. but he doesn't care yet. in fact, he cried. lots. all the grandparents were there, wanting to love on him and hold him, and he Wailed. i'm in the kitchen, cooking/plating/cleaning, and all i hear is unconsolable anger from the little one. he calmed down (sorta) when rob or I held him. so perhaps he recognizes his parents. aww. though does it mean we're raising a mama's boy/daddy's boy?
-oh! omgomgomgomg!!!! last night he went 8 hours between feedings!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am in Shock!! maybe it was all the holiday commotion that tired him out?
-in korea, it's a big deal to turn 100 days old. by golly, we made it! jumping jehosophat yee haw!!!

busy/crazy/rough few days. glad it's behind us!!

friday - went to dentist and the floss naziripped me up. i'm not scared of the dentists as much as i am of thishygeinist. she's scary!! she must have told me 10 times that i needto floss. diagnosis - i dun wanna talk about it. yes, i need tofloss!
friday night into saturday morning - our furnace stopped working. why does it have to happen in the middle of the night, when the tempoutside is in the 30s? i'm sure rob can expound on this. no heat +cold weather + kid factor + middle of night factor = unhappiness.also, heating companies should not advertise 24 hour service if thecustomer calls at.. say 3am and they show up at say...9am. stressfulnight. anyhoo, it seems the heating is stronger upstairs which ilike. yay. me gusta mucho.
saturday afternoon - we didn't think we'd make it but we went to rob'scompany party. despite our sleep deprivation, it was nice. sean got a cute toy from santa. all the kiddos get nice toys - toys that makeadults jealous. sean was fussy but there were lots of kids and theroom drowned him out. ;)back at home - rob gets much needed nap, i pump and feed sean. when idelay pumping, my body punishes me... perhaps the pumping ladies knowwhat i'm talking about. i make food for the next christmas party.sean doesn't eat much and i be exasperated.
saturday evening - small group christmas party. it was adult only,but they made an exception for us. which was very nice but sean waskinda fussy again, and this time there was no hiding. felt bad aboutthat. by then it all caught up to me and i felt overwhelmed and istarted feeling sorry for myself. then i felt even more patheticbecause i was supposed to be happy and festive and the like. it's aparty after all. and i said i'd bring two dishes but we ran out oftime and i brought something totally different. so felt bad aboutthat. then i realized i suck at math and we'd have to check out earlyto feed sean. we were off schedule as it is. i found myself shuttingdown. it's like, i want to be strong/be a trooper for my family butsometimes i feel like the weakest link. also, i really needed to washmy hair. general ickiness from that.
lessons? pace yourself. write stuff down and plan accordingly. never underestimate the power of shampoo.;) buy me floss for festivus. and floss! (x10)

pull my finger

-anyone reading probably has the ability to grab my finger. so...okay. but when the little guy does it, it's pretty cool. it's a new amazing skill for him; something to put on his resume.
-jon and kate plus 8 - twins and sextuplets??? i dunno how they do it. i'm running around like a crazy chick with just one.
-sleeping thru the night --- well, the standard definition seems to be 5 hours of sleep. it's happened a few times. not consistently. sean can go 4.5-5 hours between feedings at night, but that's maybe 3.8-4.4 hours of sleep, which really translates to less sleep for dad or mom. my friends have had their babies (congrats gina and kyu and melissa and wirak! hi kaleb! hi sebastian! welcome to the world!!) and they are in the insane beginning.. i have no idea how we survived that. i know i have a renewed prayer life. ;)
-so listening to Christmas music, i think about mary giving birth in a barn and it icks me out. also, did baby Jesus smile at the little drummer boy really? maybe it was a grimace. :P