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Robin-Caitlin. 23. Married 2012. Liam Emmett, July 2013. Norah Pauline, June 2016. I'm a babywearing, cloth diapering, bed sharing boob-feeder. LA native, MS life.

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Thankful. (If this isn't your type of post, skip it)

Three days of thankfulness. I'm going to attempt to do this every day but when I miss a day I'm just going to lump them together in an attempt to not ignore my challenge for myself. So. I'm thankful for cameras. I'm so glad that when my children are older and they say "show me pictures of me as a baby" I will have literally hundreds. I'm thankful for sunrises. I have a four month old infant, so we'll be realistic about how often I'm actually awake for a sunrise. But I'm thankful for the way that the sun continues to rise, to refresh the day. I'm thankful for warm-ups. When my entire body feels locked up and sore, I'm happy for the muscles I can stretch and the joints I can pop to make myself feel as human and healthy as possible and less like a sloth or a hunchback.

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My girl and the preacher's daughter making eyes at each other. They're gonna be friends, I think.

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Photo Dump 10 Liam's birthday Wow I'm up to 100 photos and she is only six days old at this point :p

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Photo dump 9 Liam's Birthday

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Photo dump #8 astd from first week

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Photo dump #2

first day

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Photo Dump #3 second day and home

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I'm about to dump a lot of photos here, so I'm sorry in advance. :D

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Blocking more porn blogs from my page...

Brb. :p

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This ham. She crosses her legs and props her arm up on the armrest. She sits exactly like I sit. Except I usually dangle an ankle off the chair but her legs are short. :p

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Norah has a taste for Daddy’s nose.

@truckstang

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Is "ugh I hate you shut up" the proper response when a memory of someone you used to be fond of pops into your head?

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When babe says "take a selfie for me" but it's the middle of the night and you are sleepy.

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Flustered, frazzled, faltering.

I knew that having another baby would change our lives. Having one child was very manageable- having two is very different. I didn't know I would have a baby with gas issues. She basically cries if I'm not feeding her, her stomach starts to hurt but latching calms her. I will continue to offer her the breast as a form of soothing, rather than expecting a newborn to soothe herself. This, of course, makes domestic chores nearly impossible. Even if I wear her in a carrier or wrap, there are things you just can't do with a baby (nursing or otherwise) strapped or tied to you. Laundry, if it gets done, is done very quickly and not folded because she is back to needing me soon after I put her down or put her in the wrap. Dishes are near impossible, but I despise washing dishes anyway, so I don't mind. But I feel like no one else will even try to calm her, and that is a problem. I'm the one expected to deal with the upset baby almost all of the time. I understand that I am the one with the pacifiers on my chest, but I NEED ME-TIME. I am not her only parent. I can't do this every minute of every day. I can't have someone screaming in my face for six hours or more and never be allowed a reprieve. A shower is not a break, it's a necessity. I need to sit down and drink a cup of coffee, or read something, or call my mom. A seat somewhere quiet where I cannot hear a baby crying or a toddler asking endless repetitive questions. Everyone except me is allowed to decompress daily. They can go to work or take a drive or walk away. I cannot. Her stomach is getting better and I am so happy about it. Sometimes I do get to have some peace, but that's usually because she has gone to sleep or is in a good mood, not because others relieve me. I don't remember the last time jay said "here, let me take the baby and you go have a nap"-- or if he's ever said it. Instead he tunes into his gaming console and suddenly I don't exist. I feel like I'm not even married anymore. I'm his sister, Skyrim is the wife. He's a little boy, I'm a bouncy ball rolling toward the street and he's all but forgotten me because there's a toy truck in the yard that he has just GOT to play with. We were such good friends. We hugged, held hands. We communicated, we laughed, we shared the weight of every thing. Now I just feel like a burden. I don't know what to do about it.

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When you get this list 5 things that make you happy then send to the 10 most recent people in your notifications 💖

Five things that make me happy: -my kids (though I'm grouping them together rather than taking up 2 items) -sleeping -going for a long walk -showers -Starbucks 💚

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I was tagged by @toddlertimes to post my lock screen, home screen, last song, and my last selfie. I tag @steve135 @spookyshoes @jazandbaby

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We went on a walk in the rain on Monday. Wore Norah in a rebozo in the Lisca. We attempted to take down the gym in town, but there were two 1300+ CP Pokemon guarding it and neither of us could withstand it even with six Pokemon. Then my app started screwing up and giving me an error screen every time I tried to battle. 😔 Norah bf'ed while we were attacking the gym. I'm getting better at multitasking. I love her hair when it's wet. So curly. 😍