
We have been working like mad on the outside of our house. It's the part of our house we did not get ready before Ben was born and stupidly, it's the only part of our house the HOA can fine us for if it isn't up to their standards. So we've been weeding. We've been pruning. We've been tilling. We've been mowing. We've been planting. We've been watering. We've been mending (pipes). We've been buying. Lots of this has been left to Matt … earlier this month bending over or squatting was pretty much out of the question … but I am becoming more and more useful.
Out front, we cleaned things up, beat back our mint (the teeny tiny almost dead mint plant we stuck in the ground 3 years ago), weeded out the flower beds and planted them with a variety of bedding plants up front and a back border of … STRAWBERRIES. They're pretty AND useful. We just harvested our first berries today and they are DELICIOUS. Mmmm….
In the back it's been more of the same, but not quite as rough. Our raised beds, only a year old, were in much better shape. We got them all ready and planted one side with tomatoes and the other side with two zucchini …. and nothing else. We're waiting for divine inspiration on what else to put there, I guess. We've discussed a lot of things, but nothing has happened yet.
After our herbs got eclipsed by our other plants last year, we decided to move them into tiered self-watering planters which look cool and will hopefully serve their purpose well. We also replaced the wooden table that we got just after we moved in (and Loki subsequently CHEWED) with the one you see here. It was a pain in the butt to get and assemble, but we're happy with the results.
And we've been making good use of our newly revived outdoor space. Last week Tabby and Ben and I took our activities outside and this past Friday we fired up the fire pit and did our first marshmallow roast. Soon, the projector and outdoor movies will be back as well. I ♥ summer!

Guess blogging is down to a weekly thing for me, eh? That doesn't mean that things are going badly. After seeing the lactation consultant last week, I gave myself permission to relax a bit. I am still mostly on the manic schedule, but I am a bit more relaxed about it. He is still getting about 80% breastmilk, some directly from the source, some pumped. He still isn't a great nurser and I'm not sure he ever will be. Ben will get as much breastmilk as I can give him and still retain my sanity. Honestly … the schedule hasn't changed that much … but I am giving myself permission to cut out on it here and there so that I can get back to enjoying my family.
Where have I been? There are two possible answers: 1. nursing, 2. pumping. Things seemed to be going OK with nursing. Then we went back to the lactation consultant last Tuesday for a weight check. Ben had not gained enough … around 2 oz in 6 days. He should have gained between 4 and 6 oz. So It was determined that I am not producing enough. This is likely due to the busy schedule on mother's day weekend and my son's somewhat lazy nursing habits (he falls asleep VERY easily). So it was prescribed to me to engage in “active nursing” with him every 2 hours and follow that up with pumping for 10 minutes. So for the first 20 minutes of every 2 hours, I nurse him … waking, burping and cajoling him into doing his job. Then I pump for 10 minutes after that. He is supplemented with the pumped milk and now eventually we've moved into formula territory. The good news is that he gained weight like a champ, 4.5 oz in 3 days. The bad news is that not including bottle feeding time and the washing of pump pieces I am spending 1/4 of my waking hours on the whole nursing thing. And it is EXHAUSTING.
We had a couple of good days there, but things got nuts! Matt's family came to town since matt's brother graduated from CU on Friday. We also crammed 2 birthdays (Matt and his brother's – same day, 4 years apart) and Mothers' Day in there too. A maarathon of meals out, activities and way too little time spent at home and by Sunday, I was exhausted. Having everyone completely off their schedule did nothing to help matters and neither did the plugged milk duct I woke up with on Sunday morning (I think this is gone – fingers crossed) that had me in agony. 
Things are going well around here … but a bit crazy as you might guess from my lack of meaningful communication. The days are absolutely flying, propelled by the rigorous feeding schedule of a newborn. I am trying to sit back and enjoy the ride as much as possible. Matt goes back to work on Wednesday and I am dreading this in some ways, but also looking forward to seeing what my next 3.5 months are going to look like and getting into a routine. Many people do it and I'm sure we'll manage.