Friday, December 28, 2007
1. Where does he get the red hair? (pick a side, really...)
2. Are you still breastfeeding?
3. Usually followed up with, oh wow... how much longer will you do that? (it's not like I'm breastfeeding my 4 year old... he's 5 months old... why are we so surprised?)
4. Does he sleep through the night? (depends on the night and what you qualify as sleeping through...)
5. Is he getting teeth soon? (I've been saying yes to this for 2 months now, and we still don't have a tooth... so really, I have no bloody idea!)
6. How much does he weigh? (better they're asking about his weight than mine!)
7. Is he always this happy? (yes!) :)
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
By the way.... this video is very noisy... you will have to ignore all the excess "Santa Excitement" in the background!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
On a lighter (and smellier) note...
he is officially a pooper again (3 days in a row!!! yay for prunes!!!)
And the bumbo seat makes him throw up. I think it has to do with the way he sits in it all scrunched on his belly. Kinda funny, but kinda gross too.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
We did eventually get a good one. On a different day, after washing the outfit (again), and offering new and improved circus tricks. And it's not even that good.
Or this one shows how much we really pissed him off:
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
- he first smiles at me in the morning and his whole body wiggles because he is so excited to see me.
- he kicks his legs up in the air when he's happy.
- he cuddles with me anytime I want.
- he holds onto my shirt while he's nursing.
- he stops sucking to look up at me and when we make eye contact he smiles and gets back to business.
- he sneezes and waits for me to say "Ooooo... God Bless You," and then he giggles.
- he coughs and waits for me to say "is that your bad cough?" and then he giggles.
- he stops whatever he is doing to find Ron in the room when he comes home from work.
- he sucks on his fingers and hands until his whole shirt is soaked and I have to change his clothes.
- he raises his eyebrows when someone new looks at him and he is surprised.
- people compliment how cute he is in the store.
- he smiles at anyone who talks to him.
- he cries and it sounds just like he is saying "ma....ma....." (I swear, this really happens)
- he listens so intently when Grammy tells him about "Goldilocks and the Three Bears."
- he finds himself in the mirror.
- he is fussy and cuddles his blankies to calm himself down.
- he tries to reach out and grab his books when I read to him.
- he wiggles his whole body and talks to the TV when Teletubbies is on.
- he looks just like a little angel when he sleeps.
- he looks happy to see me every time he looks at me.
Most of all, I love it when I feel like I have the most important job in the world, which is to be his mommy. And I feel that way every day.
Friday, November 23, 2007
My mom, my sister, and I went out for our Black Friday tradition. We don't wait in line at Walmart or Bestbuy or anything... we tackle the craft stores! :) Go ahead and laugh, but I got a new paper cutter for 70% off... now that is a deal to brag about! We also went to Kohls where I did all of Joey's Christmas shopping. Toys were 50% off then a 15% coupon... that almost tops my paper cutter deal!
Joey looooooooooved spending the morning with Daddy. When I got home he sat on my lap just staring and smiling at Ron! It was super cute. :)
Stay tuned for some new pics...
Monday, November 19, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
I never thought I would get so obsessed with another human being's poop, but when Joey didn't have one for over 2 days I began to get worried. It was starting to make him uncomfortable, not sleep, and I hated that I couldn't help him. Talk about a weird phone call to the doctor: "Um, yes, hi. My son hasn't had a bowel movement in over 2 days." They told me it is normal for babies to take up to 5 days to go sometimes. She said to give him a little Karo Syrup to "rectify" the situation. It worked like a charm. I'm sure you are all quite relieved to hear that my little guy is pooping, sleeping, and eating at regular intervals again. Hallelujah!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
1. I haven't been able to come up with anything interesting to write about, and I hate to be a bore.
2. I've been incredibly busy with lots and lots of stuff: making a scrapbook for Ron's entire family to give to his Grandmother on her 75th, traveling to VA for a week, traveling to another part of VA to go to my cousin's wedding, reading about vaccines in preparation for Joey's doctor's appointment this week, and trying not to get TOTALLY confused (that unconfusion is NOT going well), trying to finish a really good book that I've been reading for a month, getting Joey on a schedule, researching sleep solutions (cry it out vs. not, etc.), and still doing all of the regular stuff that goes along with being a mom and wife.
I'll be back when I have something good to say, and more time to say it. In the meantime, here is a video of Joey eating cereal.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Either my hat is too small, or my head is too big..."
Not to worry, Grammy is making Joey another hat now. Instead of 'infant' size she has moved up to 'toddler' size. She got a good laugh, and said that my Grandma had to make me a special hat because all the baby hats were too small for my big head too. Like mother, like son.
Friday, October 19, 2007
A Baby's Perspective on Sleep Training...OK, here's my situation. My Mommy has had me for almost 7 months. The first few months were great--I cried, she picked me up and fed me, anytime, day or night. Then something happened. Over the last few weeks, she has been trying to STTN (sleep thru the night). At first, I thought it was just a phase, but it is only getting worse. I've talked to other babies, and it seems like it's pretty common after Mommies have had us for around 6 months.
Here's the thing: these Mommies don't really need to sleep. It's just a habit. Many of them have had some 30 years to sleep--they just don't need it anymore. So I am implementing a plan. I call it the Crybaby Shuffle. It goes like this: Night 1--cry every 3 hours until you get fed. I know, it's hard. It's hard to see your Mommy upset over your crying. Just keep reminding yourself, it's for her own good. Night 2--cry every 2 hours until you get fed. Night 3--every hour. Most Mommies will start to respond more quickly after about 3 nights.
Some Mommies are more alert, and may resist the change longer. These Mommies may stand in your doorway for hours, shhhh-ing. Don't give in. I cannot stress this enough: CONSISTENCY IS KEY!! If you let her STTN (sleep through the night), just once, she will expect it every night. I KNOW IT'S HARD! But she really does not need the sleep, she is just resisting the change. If you have an especially alert Mommy, you can stop crying for about 10 minutes, just long enough for her to go back to bed and start to fall asleep. Then cry again. It WILL eventually work. My Mommy once stayed awake for 10 hours straight, so I know she can do it. Last night, I cried every hour. You just have to decide to stick to it and just go for it. BE CONSISTENT!
I cried for any reason I could come up with:
- My sleep sack tickled my foot.
- I felt a wrinkle under the sheet.
- My mobile made a shadow on the wall.
- I burped, and it tasted like pears (I hadn't eaten pears since lunch - what's up with that?)
- The dog said "woof" (I should know. My Mommy reminds me of this about 20 times a day. LOL.)
- Once I cried just because I liked how it sounded when it echoed on the monitor in the other room.
- Too hot, too cold, just right--doesn't matter! Keep crying!!
It took awhile, but it worked. She fed me at 4am. Tomorrow night, my goal is 3:30am. You need to slowly shorten the interval between feedings in order to reset your Mommies' internal clocks.
P.S. Don't let those rubber things fool you, no matter how long you suck on them, NO milk will come out! Trust me.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Last night in an effort to attain as much sleep as possible, I quickly rushed to bed when he went down (causing me to sacrifice the last 20 minutes of 'The Biggest Loser') because I didn't know how long I'd get to sleep before my little cranky-pants woke up. Imagine my surprise when that didn't happen until 5:30AM. That's right, folks... Joey slept for 8 straight hours! 8 hours! The last time I slept for 8 solid hours was probably around July 15th or sooner! I was so excited. I have to hide my excitement from Joey though... maybe if I act like it doesn't matter he'll do it again tonight. I'm trying reverse psychology on my 2 month old... a tad pathetic, I know.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
I'm not sure who missed the other more... Joey or Daddy. It was really cute to see them snuggle with each other when Ron got home last night. Ron kept telling me all the ways that Joey looked different or did something that he wasn't doing last week. I never really believed it before I had my own child, but it is very true... they change EVERYDAY.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
It is freezing in my house right now.... we are all bundled up. Is September 17 too early to turn the heat on? I think it is. Ron would kill me. But Ron's not here...
I don't have anything very interesting to write about this morning. Guess I'll go do laundry.
Does anyone read this anyway or am I blogging to myself? I have very few comments and often wonder who I'm writing to....
Saturday, September 8, 2007
So today I made sure I took plenty of pictures during his smiley morning playtime:
Yes, I know... I'm becoming one of those people who only talks about her child. I'm a stay-at-home mom... what do you expect me to talk about? The weather? Riiiight. I have other things to say, I promise....
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
On to next topic: sleeplessness. I feel like I'm never going to sleep at night again. Joey is sleeping less at night now than he was at 2 weeks. I don't know what is going on or what to do about it. He just does not want to sleep in his bassinet at night. I think he gets lonely, and just wants to be held. I can't hold him all night... doesn't he know that??? Well, I could, but I've always been against babies in the bed and I can't revert to that now. I think I might start putting him to sleep on his (gasp) side instead of his back. ssshhh... don't tell the SIDS police! I wish I could put him on his tummy but I'm too afraid to. Maybe when he is a little older, taking less nose dives into the mattress.
It is just so hard to remind myself that this too shall pass. I know when he gets older and bigger he will be more regular and sleep on somewhat of a schedule, but it is hard to remind myself of that at 3:00 in the morning when he is wide awake staring at me for some night-time entertainment. What is he doing right now, you might be asking???? sleeping. obviously.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Joey first wakes by squeaking... a series of small noises that lasts for about 15 minutes before letting out a real cry. So, the squeaking set in around 4:45 leaving me to contemplate the all important question of "feed now, or feed later?" He is such a good baby that he will often accept my offering of a binky over a boob, allowing me to sleep for a while longer until he realizes that milk is not coming out of it, and his belly is still empty.
You might be asking why one would feed now then? Never without a price to pay, prolonging a feeding that has already gone 1 hour over the 3 hour mark means very full and probably very leaky boobs. You're now asking yourself, what's the big deal about a little leak? This is no dripping faucet my friends.... this is freaking Niagara Falls exploding from my chest! Still contemplating the binky-boob debate, I feel each side to further assess the situation, and amazingly both are dry... (either that or they have yet to fill up the maxi pad that is in my bra) I take a chancy move and decide to stretch it out. I give Joey the binky, roll over and close my eyes.
Baby's had enough binky at 5:30, and yep... you guessed it... I'm soaked. Both boobs... through the maxi pads, through the bra, through the shirt.... I instantly sit up and pray that my sheets aren't wet. I just changed them 2 days ago, and was hoping to get a good 3 more out of them. They were dry... the only mess I had to clean up was myself. So I exchanged dry boobs and clothes, for an extra 45 minutes of sleep and more laundry to do today... totally worth it!
Here is another picture of my sleepy baby:
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
I think we are both experiencing a lot of anxiety about the impending birth. Not in a bad way, just the waiting for an unknown length of time is getting tedious. In fact, I had to find Ron a project so I sent him to Home Depot the other day and he is currently in the process of installing new storm doors and shutters on the house. That should buy me a few more days... :)
Agenda for the weekend: pack my hospital bag, clean the house some more, walk the dog A LOT. And when I'm not doing those things I intend to sit with my club feet up as much as possible.
Monday, July 2, 2007
On another note, it is so freakin hot. Too bad I'm so freakin cheap, or I might just run the air conditioners. Instead I'm sitting here with beads of sweat dripping off my face. That in combination with my 9 month pregnant swollen belly, giant tree stump size feet and ankles must paint a pretty glamorous picture for you. Enjoy that!
Monday, June 25, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
I had a VERY big baby shower yesterday at my mom's house. I've decided that I have the best mom in the world. She worked so hard to make everything special. Including painting and redecorating the entire first floor of her house. Neurotic, yes. Adorable, yes. There were probably 40 people there.... I felt like I was getting married all over again! Everyone was so generous, and the baby definitely has everything he needs. (and more!) So, if you are reading this, and you attended the shower... THANK YOU! That completes the round of baby showers. Now I really have to wash, organize, and set everything up. Everyone keeps telling me I also need to pack a hospital bag and find a pediatrician. yea, yea.... patience people! I can't believe we only have a little more than 5 weeks to go. Maybe earlier, if I'm lucky. I feel like we've been planning and waiting forever for this little guy to get here and change our lives forever...
I might as well be productive now, so I'm off to pay these pesky bills that are staring me in the face. GRRR...
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
For example, a few minutes ago I wanted to write... now I don't. I'd rather go lay on the couch and watch Friends repeats.
P.S. The Shrek feet are back. I think it's bumming me out.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
The highlight of the week was our first baby shower. Ron's school was really generous in throwing us a shower, and we got so many great gifts. I was especially excited to get a Boppy Pillow and Diaper Genie. That truly made me feel like a new mom! What other event in your life is it appropriate to give someone a gift to dispose of poop in? We also got lots of adorable clothes... this kid is going to be so well dressed. I think he already has more clothes than I do! OK, maybe not... but definitely more than Ron!
In case you are wondering, my ankles and feet are doing better. Not totally back to normal, but they at least resemble my former self. I'm still wearing pants full time though, because my sunburn is all reddish-purple-tanned and only on the front of the lower half of my legs, and I'm not sure the public is ready to see that! This sunburn is comparable to the one I received during Spring Break sophomore year when we came back from Myrtle Beach and my face looked like it had been blow-torched. (blow-torching analogy courtesy of Kate) At least the blow-torching occurred on a part of my body that I can easily cover!
10 more days of school... (why does that still sound like too many???)
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Oh yea, and my ankles look like small tree stumps with blocks attached to them. Actually, they remind me of Princess Fiona's ankles and feet in Shrek. (minus the green) You know, stumpy, oddly mis-shaped, but still manage to pull off femininity with shiny red toenails from my last pedicure. I wouldn't be surprised if I wake up tomorrow and my ankles have the same circumference as my thighs. They just keep getting bigger and bigger. What a jerk I am. I managed to get to 31 weeks and be totally unswollen... then I got sunburned and it was like I injected 347 gallons of fluid to the last 6 inches of my legs.
Goal for the weekend: elevate and ice my feet in hopes that I can walk again on Monday. That's reasonable, right?