Baby Cohen and my first outing with 2 kids:)

He's here! May 16th little Cohen James made his appearance, a day before I was scheduled to be induced, weighing in at 8lb 3oz and 20 inches, about 2 1/2 weeks before his actual due date! Praise be to God the Father for this healthy baby boy! We thank you Lord for our two beautiful gifts from above! A more doting sister you would be hard pressed to find than our little Rylie...she LOVES her brother! He is smothered in hugs and kisses daily and if you come to see us, she will likely ask you to wash your hands! Her current favorite past-time is "petting" Cohen, as she likes to say!

As I write this entry, it is early afternoon, and already I have been pooped on, peed on (twice) and showered in a bit of spit-up. I have just finished bathing Cohen and showering, and he is now eating for the ump-teenth time today as I type left-handed and juggle him. You can seriously set your watches by his feeding schedule...precisely every 2 hours, although we are working on trying to stretch that out a bit (all you Baby-wise followers give me a break!) He had already packed on over 1 pound and 2 inches in length by his due date...so we are doing well. He is good natured, except when pushed past feeding time, so I can't complain!

My first outing was to the pediatrician, with both children scheduled for well-visit check ups, Cohen's being his 2 week. I was flying high, ready to conquer this task alone as a mommy of two now! We sailed through the appointment, even arriving on time, and then the Dr. called in some vitamins for Cohen, to be picked up at our preferred pharmacy, ours being Target. So off we went, new sit-n-stand stroller in tow! I loaded up the kiddos and headed inside, making a quick detour to the gym clothes that were on sale. After selecting a few items that looked promising, it was off to the fitting room where I encountered my first obstacle. You CANNOT get that double stroller into the handicapped fitting room, so I resorted to unstrapping the car seat and carrying Cohen while guiding Rylie along beside me. After being brought back to the reality of seeing that I had not bounced back to my former glory after a mere 2 weeks (imagine that?!?) of giving birth, I returned all the spandex but one item to the fitting room attendant and headed over to the pharmacy. Just as I approached, Cohen started his engine, letting me know there was about to be a full-scale screech if I did not get him to the milk pronto. So, I told the pharmacist I had to make a quick detour and headed back to the fitting room. This time, I extracted Cohen from his seat and grabbed Rylie and my purse in one faille swoop and off we went, with a quick smile to the attendant, asking if I could borrow a fitting room. As we whisked by she nodded with a smile as if to say "better you than me" and we procured the nearest room, which incidentally did not lock . This was to be discovered moments later, when Cohen was securely latched and someone burst in to catch a quick glimpse of me sitting with my baby nursing and my toddler salivating over her bag of jelly beans that I would not let her eat until we had them weighed and paid for. It was about that time that Rylie started what I like to call the pee-pee dance and started shouting " Mommy, I 've got to go potty!" To this, I quickly detached Cohen and sailed out of the fitting room, grabbing the stroller and heading to the nearest bathroom, which was occupied. I began saying (rather loudly) "HOLD ON BABY, SOMEONE IS IN THERE!" and soon they got the hint and came out. We went inside, and I quickly reattached the baby to resume feeding, while grabbing my toddler and gingerly placing her on the strategically placed strips of tissue on the toilet seat. We finished up and washed our hands and headed out, determined to go straight to the pharmacy and grab our vitamins and go home. Upon arriving, our pharmacist said "oh, about that..." and proceeded to tell us that they didn't carry that kind and I would need to go to CVS or the like. Oh, yes, and I forgot to mention, when selecting the said jellybeans, Rylie first choose some seemingly harmless gummy bears coated in sugar. I told her she could eat ONE and she popped it into her mouth. About three isles later I looked down to see her eyes, like big brown saucers, looking up at me and watering profusely. About the same time, I could smell the cinnamon and putting 2 and 2 together deduced that those were in fact red-hot-cinnamon bears instead of gummies. Luckily I had ice water with me and we put out the flame and went back to choose the less offensive-to-your-senses yellow jelly beans. We went to pay for the few groceries we had procured and left the store. After a quick jaunt into Walgreens to get the vitamins, we headed home and it was then that I discovered that one bag of groceries had been left at Target, paid for! So much for super-mommy status! :)