Is my shirt too tight?

When Doss was 2mos old, as seen in the photos below, he really started getting big.  He weighed over 14lbs at his 2mos check up, and I noticed his clothes started getting a, eh-hem, a lit-tle tight.

How hilarious are these photos where his belly (which has since just continued to grow), is just sticking out of his sad, and clearly too small shirts?!?  

Seriously, on this day, we went to visit Meredith and his shirt would not stay buttoned and his pants were cutting off his circulation.  Poor thing. . . You'll be glad to know we have bought him some new things in the past month and a half (cannot believe we will be closing in on 4mos old soon!)--we are trying to stay ahead of his growth!  But he is a big healthy, growing boy, so I 'm certain this will be a constant battle for years to come.  I bet it will be  awhile, if ever, before he wears "tight shirts" like these. . . :)

Maybe we'll try to fit into these cuties I found on ETSY--sweet3leafprints have some darling things! And great prices.  Let's hope they fit!

The Baby Boys

Doss and Guthrie get along smashingly.  Thank goodness Guthrie is so laid back.  Guthrie had some adjusting to do when Doss first came home.  He was confused and a little sad he had to share the spotlight--but with some attentions and love he calmed down.  As you can see they are two peas in a pod now, and it is so sweet!

Doss is growing so fast.  Look at him just sitting here on the couch like he's six years old  So funny.  This weekend he will be 3 months old.  I cannot believe it.  It is going so fast.  

Doss is still giving us fits in the evening.  The poor guy will NOT go to sleep without going through crazy crying.  Screaming crying.  I feel so bad for him.  I need to research how to best address it since we really need to start working on our bedtime routine.  It's just hard to implement one while he is waling.  

We will work it out though.  He will work it out.  It's all ok.  I look at that little pot belly and know it is all ok. 

4 Generations

Four generations of Magill men; Bruce, Grandpa Ralph, baby Doss, and Ben. 

How to not do it all

So I have almost made it through my second week of work.  Going back has been. . .uh, well. . . not so fun.  I mean, I don't mind working, actually.  I like seeing all the people I have come to know at my office, interacting with new people, "getting things done".  It isn't the actual work that feels almost unbearable (although I admit, I don't feel like I have any agility left in my brain function.  I feel like I move slow mentally, I feel rather overwhelmed, and I have a hard time focusing at the moment.  is that bad?), because for the most part the work itself is enjoyable, and definitely the people I get to be around all day are interesting and stimulating.

No, the unbearable part, the unnatural part, is the schedule.  It is waking up early, rushing out the door, driving a 45 minute commute, running around all day trying to keep up, rushing home to try to spend time with the baby before he goes to sleep, or is too tired to see straight, looking at my husband (usually not actually having a conversation), going to sleep and starting again the next day.  The inflexibility and the pace is just crushing.

I feel like, because of the logistics of my life right now, that I'm not doing any one thing in my life well. That I'm (pardon my language) half-assing everything.  Seriously. And when I do have 5 minutes to breath, I feel a rush of thoughts that I can't process that come from all the different angles of my life (work, the baby, Ben, family, friends. . .  joy, anxiousness, disappointment, excitement, sadness, hopefulness, fear). . . and all I can do is swallow my tears and go on.  

I think about what I want Doss to feel when I'm around.  I don't want him to sense how strung out I feel.  And maybe he doesn't.  Maybe he's hanging onto the fabulous moments when we read a book and he looks up at me and grins and any anxiousness I carry washes away with the coos and gurgles.  

One day (perhaps NOT in this economy), I'll do what I set out to do when I started this blog. . .and that is to do what I love--create cool, funky, expressive spaces and things for groovy kids.  That is what I want Doss to know about me. . . that I like to create things.  That I have a point of view and that art, design, expression makes us better. . . and that although I'm failing at "doing it all" I'm trying. . .for him, for his dad, for us.

The face in these pictures, this moment. . . that is what it's about.  

Working the crying spells.

uh oh. . . 

things aren't quite right. . . 

things aren't good! Not Good!

Things are BAD!

That's right.  you heard me.