Our Little Brockstar

Brockster, Brocky boy, Brockstar, Brocker, baby Brock. Kyra calls him Brocky. He's so big and moves nonstop. I can tell he really wants to crawl. He is so smiley and his blue eyes melt me. He is still as blonde as can be. When he is tired he puts his hands on my cheeks and buries his face into mine. It's the cutest thing ever. He will still fall asleep in my arms and decided he doesn't want to sleep through the night anymore. He also hates nursing. I am mostly formula feeding him and have serious mom guilt about it on the daily. It was just really really hard for me to keep up. I felt like he was draining me. I was constantly starving and constantly not making enough. I'm trying to get the motivation to get my milk supply back up again, but I dunno. Oh and thrush. My worst enemy decided to show up. The whole universe is against me breastfeeding this kid.

I am in serious love with him though. He makes my life so happy and it's crazy to think there was a life before him. He legit adores Kyra and laughs and watches everything she does. I can't wait to see them start playing together more. Gosh I hope they enjoy each other's company.

I love my babies.

Happy New Year

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