Thank you thank you thank you. You have and are making WANA a super success. I am trying to keep up with the comments and point out the unanswered ones, but it is, as you know, overwhelming. But as my heart broke for everyone in need, so many of you made a big difference to those families. It will not be forgotten. Thank you.
The post will continue on, but so will the blog. Many of you have asked if this can go on year round. One day, yes. Today, on this blog, sadly no. The blog just can’t handle that many comments to one post on an ongoing basis. Last year we tried creating a forum and that didn’t work out. I also have to keep the regular shenanigans going that makes this blog somewhat popular to begin with…giving those in need an outlet with people listening. We’ll get there. But it can’t be this year.
So how are things? It’s been a spell. Here’s how we’re doing:
Miss Ruby Lee: We saw a lactation consultant and apparently her little body wasn’t handling my “feed her whenever she starts to cry” method. This was about every half hour. Serious. Because of my oversupply, the milk was just pouring into her mouth and she didn’t develop a good suction…taking in air…creating gas. I KNOW. We spaced out the feedings a bit and BAM gas is pretty much gone. Yes she needs to burp like a damn sailor still but we’re doing so much better. She’s happier, I’m happier (still off of dairy) but happier. She’s also the cutest peanut in the land.
Mr. G: MANALIVE 2 year olds are no joke. Poor kid is adjusting to all of these changes on top of so many visitors in and out of the house and Christmas stuff. He’s now walking around with his eyes closed. He does this so he can “hide”. It’s so cute but a little sad. We’re working on it and trying to have special mom time (dancing to Toxic with a stuffed snake. Regular 2 year old stuff). Oh, he’s also king destruction of the east.
But he’s SO excited for Christmas. And I can JUST about start to use the threat of Santa and the presents thing. Such a genius move by parents.
B: B was able to give Miss Ruby her first AND second bottle! DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG THIS IS? G never took a bottle and was tied to my boob for a straight up YEAR. This is a game changer and B is my super hero for it. He is now gifted with bandanas filled with brown liquor. His dream.
Me: I’m doing well. Confession…I STILL haven’t been alone with both of them for a full day. We’ve had B’s parents, my mom, friends, and B home to help. I have one more week of this bliss THEN ask me how I’m doing. I took G to Trader Joe’s without Ruby and almost passed out from exhaustion. I forgot how to do it. You know, like how to be ON for a toddler. It’s hard and my back hurt and I couldn’t breathe. And then I was like F. I’m going to have an infant too.
So yeah.
But I’m happy because Ruby is actually turning out to be (I know I’m jinxing myself here) a pretty happy sweet baby. She sleeps! She smiles! She can be put down for brief moments. It’s a beautiful miracle. Thank you baby jesus under the tree.
And along with this post you saw our pictures done by the FABULOUS Carrie Hill. Dudes, she came over and in 30 seconds G was sitting on her lap. Do you even know how big that is? I was so worried he would slap her with some chicken and run out the door. But she was great with G and Ruby and took some amazing shots. Love her and highly recommend her. We’ll be using her forever.
Merry Christmas. Lots of love,
MODG fam
trouble.
Hi I’m MODG. But you can call me MODG. You say it like Modg, like a Grandma name. Not like M.O.D.G. That’s a lot of syllables and I don’t have that kind of time. 
