That's what Tom has started calling him. It's kinda hard to come up with a nickname for Simon... in case you've never tried. ;) Ben and I were calling him Simon Pieman too, but so far, that's all we have.

This baby just keeps surprising me. Last night? He slept from 9:30 - 2:30, ate three ounces and went back to sleep until almost 7. I guess it's my reward for paying my dues with the hard kid first. Seriously, he is the easiest baby EVER.

I do have to take him to the pediatrician this morning because he has a goopy eye. The nurse at the hospital, who called to check in yesterday, said she's 90% sure it's a clogged tear duct. No biggie... but I also want to have the doctor look at his belly button. I'm pretty sure he has an umbilical hernia, which is also not a big deal, (though if that's what it is it may eventually require a minor surgery to fix) but it's really kinda freaky looking.

I'm home alone this morning and slowly (very slowly) getting the hang of managing the two kids and the house. The first and biggest lesson I learned is that with #2, there isn't a whole lot of time to just sit around basking in the cuteness when he's sleeping. When Simon is sleeping, he's in one of the various baby holders we have around the house and I'm tending to Ben or getting things done. At the moment, he's in the bouncy seat and I just cleaned up the kitchen, got Ben's breakfast and prepared bottles for the day.

Bottles... holy cow. Literally... holy COW. Moo. The pumping is insane. I can now fill a 9 oz. bottle before an episode of Higglytown Heroes is over. And so far, I'm doing this about 3-4 times a day. I don't know much about breastfeeding or pumping or how much is a lot and frankly I'm kind of making this up as I go along, but DANG that seems like a lot of milk to me. I don't know how long it will last, but my goal is to keep it up for at least six weeks or so. I didn't even make any formula at all yesterday... and it's looking like today I won't need to either. Kinda cool! And obviously, it's filling him up and not affecting his ability to sleep long stretches. ;)

Okay, enough blogging. Time's a wastin'. I have to throw in the baby laundry and do a few other things before we attempt to leave the house for the doctor's office. (which will probably require at least three false starts because of poopy diapers)
I'm loving the insanity though! :) (did I mention Tom is at work for awhile today? I was at first kind of irritated, but I have to learn to fend for myself sometime, right?)