Update Update!!

Here is an update with no pictures. Sorry. A combination of not taking any and not being sure how to get them off the camera makes for a very sad blog indeed. Pretty sure I was born in the wrong time period. Here  goes anyway.

Chet is still a baby. Although he is just barely 3 months, it seems like he should be 12 years old by now. Time stands still when you have a newborn. He smiles, laughs, and does basically nothing. Chet loves the bjorn and will sit strapped to my chest for hours. He even falls asleep that way. Again, he basically does not have much going on.

He did sleep through the night for a week or two, but has since decided that going too long without eating is completely out of the question. He even reverted to waking up twice a few nights ago. Needless to say, I was not impressed. I have also not been impressed with his reflux. If you've ever had a baby with reflux, I'm sorry. It's awful. Projectile vomiting throughout the entire day plus crying while eating makes for one sad baby and one angry mom. However, we've been giving him some medicine for it and it has worked wonders. He still spits up and still doesn't nurse for longer than 5 minutes at a time, but it's a vast improvement and I'm sure very interesting information for everyone.

Rip is 19 months old and is way more interesting than Chet. He is NAUGHTY but way more entertaining. His favorite things include using my makeup brushes to apply makeup on Chet, making out with Chet, and thinking about making out with Chet. He likes Chet. A lot. He is also loves all things boy. He loves cars, balls, wrestling, and being wussy.

Josh is currently in Ithaca, New York, interviewing for a fellowship that will pay for the entirety of school. If you don't know, Josh is going back to school for his MBA. We plan on going to Cornell this fall (yes, the same school as the Nard Dog), and are still unsure what we're doing with our house, so don't ask unless you want to buy it for millions.

Me. Hmm... not much going on. I'm currently not pregnant so that feels sort of eventful. I'm preparing for a half-marathon, which only involves running at the most twice a week. Yeah, I'm either going to die or just run the first mile and then call it quits. I should probably train better, but when am I going to manage that? I'm a full time breastfeeder. Chet eats every two hours and sometimes sooner (again, reflux is the bane of my existence). I feel like my entire job is feeding that kid and trying to keep the puke down. It's exhausting. Not to mention disgusting. Anyway, nothing that new or exciting about me, other than I just ordered a new breast pump. Josh got a new computer and asked me, "Hey, since I'm getting a new computer, do you want a new breast pump?" Wow. So that's where things are at, then? Sad. Even more sad that I took him up on it. Hello Medela!