17 months old

Riggins finally started walking after he had tubes put in his ears (January). He is such a busy little body, I forgot how they are into everything at this age.

He loves balls. To distraction. The only word in his vocabulary so far. Ba? He has a good arm on him and so far throws food and balls both with his left arm, much to the delight of his Dad and Uncle Val. (Something to do with sports, I think?)

He does sign language for "more" and "all done" and he makes a gurgly noise in his throat when he wants water. Other than that he is pretty quiet, content to sit back and watch.

Oh, and he has a mullet.
Yes, a business in the front, party in the back...mullet.
I don't know how to cut baby hair. It freaks me out.
He climbs up on things and also can open doors. I started locking the garage door because he loves to play out there. In the dog and cat food. Gross.

He is still super chubby even though he is a picky eater. The boy loves his carbs. And dairy. Loves the dairy
He is still a cuddlebug and squishy....yum.

Back on My Meds

Seriously-

you should totally have some of what I am having.

What am I having you ask?

Well... (you know you're in for a story when you see the well, followed by the ...)

First, let me start by saying... I almost didn't tell this story because it is sort of personal. But... I am not exactly one for privacy (my own of course, I respect other people's privacy. FYI) (And I respect Matt's privacy so I hope this won't embarrass him. ...oh, who are we kidding. He doesn't even read my blog.)

SO...I obviously haven't blogged for awhile. I can't say exactly when my "funk" started but I (in hindsight) noticed it had been going on for awhile.

I was still functioning pretty well, (helloooo, we ran a half marathon. Does that seem like something a depressed person does?)

But it started getting worse.

I started reading books.

A lot of books.

A couple books a day. (Loved Vampire Academy, hated the last Hunger Games; Mockingjay).

I didn't feel depressed (sad), more like... apathetic.

Toilets...who cares.

Blogging...Does anyone actually read it?

Kids fighting... shoulder shrug.

Being creative...maybe later.

Talking on the phone...hmmm might cut into my book reading time. (Red flag, anyone?)

Thoughts in my head...mysteriously absent.

Three different "interventions" from three different friends in one week finally got my attention. (I say interventions kind of joking, but kind of not.)

So I made an appointment with my BFNP (Best friend Nurse Practitioner). She told me that postpartem can occur for up to 18 months after a baby is born and she put me on Wellbutrin. (I took it for a while after Bella was born too.)

I began taking it and I started ... I started creating. I started couponing again. I started shopping.
I started cooking. I got excited about decorating. I let my library membership lapse. (ha, that is so not happening, I was just checking to see if you were still paying attention.) ... you get the picture.

Anyway, it's been a couple months and I am off them now. But doing great. I think I just needed a little some'n to get me back on track.

That is the story.

Sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable.

And now... back to your regularly scheduled programing.