"When in doubt, spray it out!"
After St. Patty's day I came to realize the importance and validity of such an expression. For weeks I looked forward to the coveted Irish holiday where Matt and Jude would spend a "daddy and son" day while mommy would go out with friends. Indeed, my excitement got the best of me and after meeting up with friends, seeing the parade and many Irish carbombs, shots and beers I returned home with engorged breasts leaking alcoholic breastmilk.
Unfortunately, I had returned the trusty Medella breast pump back to the hospital so I resorted to manually pumping. In other words, I sat in a warm bathtub and squeezed my boobs until milk come shooting out into the water like a sprinkler system. Never did I ever imagine myself squeezing my own breasts, but ultimately that's what it came to as I milked myself in the increasingly Bacardi-scented bathwater.
While on the topic, I've begun supplementing formula with milk in order to appease the growing giant. At first I had reservations, but they were quickly cast aside when I realized I would get a lot more sleep if I tanked Jude up with formula (takes longer to digest than breast milk) at bedtime. Otherwise, he still wakes every three hours, ravenous and insatiably hungry for BB.
Over the past two weeks Jude has also become more familiar with his hands. Indeed, it's not uncommon to catch sight of him poking himself in the eye, nose and mouth with his fingers. On occasion, Jude gags, his eyes filling up with tears as he crams his fist into his mouth like a purging bulimic.
My favorite thing Jude does, by far, is the classic Jude scowl. It's a frowning expression with bent eyebrows that call to mind scoldings given by teachers as a child. Indeed, it's the symbol of disapproval that sends petty criminals before a judge into gut-wrenching anxiety. Sometimes, I'll nap when Jude does and it's not usual for me to wake and glance over at him in his rocking cradle only to see him scowling at me as though looking into the depth of my soul and judging my previous transgressions. While some would be frightened, I find it endearing.
Otherwise, Jude and I are both excited that spring is approaching so we can get out a lot more. I'm hoping to rub elbows with the Rowayton, CT moms and maybe they'll invite us on their yachts this summer.