I am learning

I'm learning, or, more really, he is teaching me. I stick out my tongue at people more often. I giggle aloud a lot. I make pthththtbt noises more often. I smile real big. I say aloud what I'm doing. I say "oops" instead of "Ohmygod that had to hurt- are you ok?" I say "I love you" a bagillion times a day.

Unfortunately, though, that approx 2 week stint (how long was it really? It's all a blur.) of getting up just 1-2 times a night was replaced last week by something else, something that's gotten worse daily. Now, we're up hourly. It's been a rough week. Ben thinks it's a growth spurt. I sure hope so, since that means it will pass. Elliot has also taken to eating more than I can produce. The worst days I have are the ones where I come home from work, 3 bottles in hand, and find out he ate 4. I've had two days like that in the last week. It's devastating. We have a freezer stash as backup but we're eating through it faster than I'm comfortable with. It's stressful and sad and I hate pumping but now have to do it 4x/day instead of 3.

Anyway, don't take this as whining. It's just what is. I accept it. It's hard but it's not that big a deal- I mean, our home wasn't swept away by a big wave and we have indoor plumbing and a Wii so we don't have it bad at all. I guess I was hoping that once the weather shaped up I could take E in the stroller for more runs- like I hope to after work today- but I'm just so exhausted that it's hard to think about. Sunday I did get a 10 miler in with Elliot in the stroller (and Molly alongside) but it was slooooooow. With that half coming up this Sunday, I know I'll finish, but it's going to be a long morning. Oh, and the MTB is still not totally built.