Back in Business

After a one week hiatus, Broadway Baby is back in business! Say hello to the Singer 590 Commercial Sewer. She's fancy and a little intimidating. A lady who purchased the same machine sent me an email warning me to watch my fingers, cause this machine will eat 'em right up. Apparently it is pretty fast. Even with this finger guard she said that she has almost sewn through her fingers 3 times. I think I will keep a tally on the side of my blog of how many times I stitch my fingers ( I will spare you the gory photos).
I am hoping to get a lot more stuff sewn with this new machine for this weekend. I am doing the flea market again, and this is the last Saturday. My tie bibs were the hottest seller last week. Shocking to me, because I do think they are a little cheesy, but I like em anyway. Jack does too. He keeps trying to put the bibs on, so I let him try one out.

Warning: The rest of this post is very random.

I took this picture last week, Like Father, Like Son.

We went and saw the Windmills last weekend when my parent's were here.

And finally, of course, I have to add a little picture of my sweetie pie.

Major Bummer!

So, I have been busy this last week working on stuff that I am going to be selling this Saturday at Some Guys Flea Market in Rexburg. I have been making all sorts of bows and headbands, and Binkie Clips. My main focus though was on these adorable little bibs and burp cloths. I got about halfway done sewing all the stuff I had cut, when..... there was a loud pop and a little puff of smoke, and no kidding, my machine blew up! I have been all excited about this little flea market and being able to sell some stuff, and now I will only have half the stuff I wanted. What a bummer! Oh well, time for a new machine.

So if you are bored this Saturday, come up to the Hinckley Building in Rexburg and check out all the stuff. There are vendors like me trying to sell stuff, and the rest of the vendors are students selling their stuff. It is kind of like a huge garage sale. I love garage sales! My sister is coming up and selling some of the most adorable crochet booties with me too. It goes from 10-2pm. Come and see if you can find any good deals.

Oompa Loompa Doopity Doo

Most people ignore March 17th every year, but the Wheatley's can't let any excuse to have a party and dress up like idiots pass by. So we traveled down to Draper for the annual Wheatley family St. Patrick's Day party and Leprechaun Hunt! My mother is so much fun! Our best attempt at a family photo.

I have to admit, that we all had a good time. My mom has a plethora of props to choose from and we all enjoy getting all decked out. Jack especially. He chose a green wig, and would not take it off. He pranced around like an Oompa Loompa! It just may have been the best day of his life. The kids went on a hunt where they found a pot of gold and lots of other treats. Including a juice box that I told Jack specifically not to squeeze, so he found his own way to sip.

And of course I have to mention our very exciting game of Hide & Seek. Everyone plays. Grandma, Grandpa, babies, everyone. John was of the course the winner with the best hiding spot, as always. Jack found a nice spot as well, and was one of the last to be found. We weren't sure if he was enjoying himself, or if he was scared to death.

We finished the evening with a rousing game of Who Stole the Cookies. Thanks Grandpa and Grandma Wheatley for a great weekend.

Happy St. Patrick's Day Everyone!

Hello Montana!

So, in the midst of my nursing meltdown, we decided to get away for the weekend. Get away from the snow, cold and work, um, no. We went to West Yellowstone, and holy crap! Snow, Snow, Snow! It was 6 ft deep! We were the only car, everyone else was traveling by snow shoe and snow machines. It was hilarious. Have you ever seen a snowmobile at McDonald's drive-thru! It snowed and blowed the entire time we were there. We also weren't able to get away from work either. Those of you who travel with children know what I mean. We stayed at G and G Byram's timeshare, 2bed, 2bath and a kitchen; however we still had to take a lot of stuff. Pack n play, sleeping bag, diapers, food, 2 coolers, swimming stuff, clothes, video camera and of course Brooke's Bouncy Chair. I wish I had a picture of Mr. Incredible hauling all this stuff in and out, what a Dad! We couldn't have done it without him.

George and Jane stayed Friday night with us and went home on Saturday. We spent most of the time at the pool. Yeah, we were the only people there.

Jack's hot pink ear plugs

The pool to ourselves

The Kiddie Pool

Vince and Jack lived in the water

Brooke also enjoyed her first time in the water

This is the snow piled outside the doors to the pool. The amount of snow was insane.

Although we spent most of the trip in the pool, we also had a great time just watching movies and playing cards with Grandma and Grandpa.

Brookelle spent most of the trip in her Lay Z Girl. We can't go anywhere without it!

On Saturday we took the kiddos over to the IMAX Theater and watched a movie about Yellowstone. This was Jack's first time going to a movie and he did really well. He ate his treats, complained about it being dark, he was scared of the how the seat would close up on him and halfway through I looked over at him and he was dozing off. He spent the rest of the movie asleep in my lap. Both our kids slept through the movie, it was great!

We had a great time and didn't want to come home, mostly because we didn't want to load the car and drive home in the blizzard. It was fun to just get away though, Thanks Grandpa and Grandma!

Little Late

Charm picture tagged me like a week ago, and I forgot, so here it is. 6th picture from the 6th folder.

I am so glad she did this because I haven't looked at this picture or folder forever. It has a bunch of pictures of me and Vince while we were dating. This was before Vince and I were even engaged. We went to Utah for my birthday and this is us eating at PF Changs. YUM.

What's Wrong With Me?

Today I found myself back where I was 3 years ago, sitting on the couch crying over my decision to quit nursing. I don't know why this is such a big deal for me. With Jack, the decision was obvious, it just wasn't working and the kid was starving to death. And yet, it still took me 3 months and a swimming pool full of tears to finally give in and give up.
I guess I just feel that there is serious pressure to breastfeed, and for me, it is always a struggle. I feel like I have to do it though. I feel that if when the nurse at the hospital came in and asked "Now Dear, are planning on doing breast or bottle?" if I said bottle, I would get a stare saying "Why, don't you love your baby? What is wrong with you?"
So I ask, What is wrong with me? Am I the only mother in the world that doesn't enjoy breastfeeding? Everyone claims that it is wonderful and beautiful and such a great way to bond with your baby. What? I am apparently doing it wrong, because it is never that way for me. For me it is inconvienent, overwhelming, emotionally exausting and extremely frustrating when Brooke just screams and wiggles every time I try to nurse her.
Last night I finally had my breakdown as both of my children were screaming and I was hooked up to my pump, unable to satisfy anyone, including myself. I went over to the sink and began washing the 12 bottles from the day, yeah, 12. Brooke only has six feedings, but with pumping, I dirty all the bottles. What am I doing? It was my "a hah!" moment and I realized that this wasn't doing any good for anyone.
The entire family feels my stress when I am trying to nurse, and I have decided to throw in the towel. Vince said he is proud of how long I lasted, but he has been anxiously waiting for me to quit, so I would be happy again. I think he was just tired of watching mom and baby crying on the couch during each feeding.
I know that I shouldn't feel like a bad mother, but I do. Tonight when I gave Brooke her first bottle of formula, I cried. I feel like I am being selfish and it is killing me. I am sure that we will both survive the ordeal, it just seems so hard for me right now, and I really don't know why.

If anyone actually finished reading this incredibly long vent, bless you. I needed this outlet for my emotions. I think if Vince hears me talk about this one more time he will start crying. Oh, the petty little problems that we face at the Byram's. I should just take Vince's advice,

"Don't sweat the petty stuff, and don't pet the sweaty stuff.

Words to live by.