Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Based on the text message I just got from Travis, that little habit may have to end.
Travis: No more Alex food for Aiden....she just pooped a ravioli.
I am perfectly happy that I was not the one taking her to the dog park today.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I let Alex know this morning he has broken me.
And then at 4:19pm, after singing along with the Counting Crows for a little over an hour while trying to figure out how to get this kid out of my body, Alex was in my arms. All slimy and weird colored. With the skinniest little legs and the biggest cone head. Holy shit that kid had a cone head. My first thought was, whoooooa...dude...we have a baby. And my second thought was, "Oh well, we didn't get a cute one." He was so ugly that first day. I suppose I wouldn't look so great after being submerged for 10 months and then being treated like the slowest moving push up popsicle ever, but whatever.
But now, 12 short months later, he is the cutest miniature human. It is crazy the changes and growing a baby does in the first year. He was this weird larval alien thing that could barely move his head. And now he is 1 year old. He has personality. He knows things that he likes and things that he doesn't. He "talks" all the time.
Before he was just a baby.
Now he is Alex.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Seriously. Level 2 is craziness. I found it so difficult. I suppose it could be argued that I should have tried Level 2 a while ago instead of being happy with having my ass only mostly kicked around the room with Level 1. Whatever. There were multiple points in the workout last night I had to stop. I swore I could go on no longer. And when that muscle-y little bitch says, "I want you to feel like you're going to die." I very loudly informed her that I was not the only one that was going to meet my maker.
However, the fact that I couldn't make it through without stopping a bunch of times is more motivating than anything. I will not let her beat me. Yeah, she may have years of doing nothing but training and exercising and making exercise videos and tv shows, but I think I can take her. After I finally caught my breath and managed to stop sweating, all I could think about was doing Level 2 again. And doing it better. That muscle-y little bitch knows how to motivate.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The bad news is that the dog still hates thunderstorms...and she still hates going through them alone...for all three hours. The storm took a little break from 4am to 5am, so the dog did too. But then at 5am the thunder came back and so did the dog. At about 5:14, I sat up, had a tired frustrated wrestling match with my pillow for 20 seconds, and yelled "Just leave me ALONE!" at the dog. Which she did. For about 3-1/2 minutes. And then it was back to, "Hey...psssst...hey Mom...Did you hear that? Did you hear that thunder? It was really loud. Are you sleeping? Mom. Mom. Mom. Thunder makes me nervous. Are you awake yet?"
I gotta be honest, no amount of cute makes that tolerable. Refill on my coffee please!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
In Alex's defense, Hazel looks much more impressed than I do. Those boys gots skillz.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Alas, things they are a-changin'.
Now every single time I take Alex somewhere and we run into someone we know, within the first two minutes they say, without fail, "Wow! You look like your dad!" And I have to admit, aside from those eyes...I don't see it. Most the time. This morning, I totally saw it.
After snuggling on the couch for a whopping 4oz bottle, Alex was off and cruising around the living room. His cruising landed him right next to the weed whacker charger thingy. The little LED lights were apparently too much to resist. Anywho, as he reached his chubby little hand for the charger, I said, "Hey...whadda you think you're doin'?" And with his arm still extended toward the charger, he turned and looked at me with a giant smile, a twinkle in his naughty little eye I swear you could see from Mars, all topped off with a look like "Me? Am I doing something wrong?"
And at that exact moment it hit me..."Wow, you look like your father."
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Mornings have been a bit of a challenge this week. A patience, arm strength and balancing act challenge. Alex has decided every morning this week that he wants to be held. For the entire morning. Which, you know, isn't a problem..except for the little thing called getting ready for work. And the fact that I cannot physically hold him in one arm for that amount of time. And the fact that it is really difficult to put cream cheese on a bagel with one hand while trying to hold and deflect a baby away from said cream cheese and bagel.
When we were in California, my lovely mom bought Alex a little drum. A drum that opens up to store the drumsticks, maracas, jingle bell loop thingy, tambourine and some clappy hand thing thankfully Alex hasn't figured out yet. I had this little gem out on the porch for a while. And I remembered it this morning. And Alex hadn't seen it for a while.
Thank you drum set makers and thank you Grandma for being naughty and bestowing this apparatus upon our house. It gave me close to 15 minutes of not baby holding time to get ready. It was fantastic.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Travis: Oh, I think tomorrow might be worse than today.
Me: Ahhh, you must embrace Jillian.
Travis: Oh she's gonna be embraced with my foot up her ass!...I mean as soon as I can extend my leg that far again.
I know you are probably grossed out that I let him put his hand in his mouth after the dog licked it, but that's the way we roll in our house. I do love the fact that he was more than willing to share his ravioli, but when he got a piece of chicken in his hand...sorry dog, you are S.O.L.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Alex spent the weekend in Platteville with his uncle, aunt and three cousins. He really really likes it there. He gets undivided attention from three boys, and the aunt and uncle don't exactly ignore him. He gets new toys and new clothes, and gets told how cute he is approximately every 0.4 seconds. So, it's kinda like going to Grandma and Grandpa's. Which shockingly, he also loves. Anyway, this past weekend was no different. I called to check in Friday after I left. I could barely hear the assurances that everything was going great due to the excited baby screeching and belly laughing in the background. K, I am getting to the emotional control finally....
When I dropped him off, he could have cared less that I was leaving. He was sitting in the middle of the living room floor surrounded by his cousins. Mommy who? It made me a little sad, but I was happy he was going to be happy for the weekend. But then...then Sunday came and he came home. I went to greet them outside at the gate. Julie was carrying Alex. When I saw him, he kinda smiled. And when I reached for him? When his mother reached for him?...He buried his face in Julie's shoulder. Mommy's world...successfully shattered.
This brings us to this morning. He loves me again! My "littlest piggy cried weeeweeweeweewee all the way home" made him giggle and drool out his morning bottle. He didn't cry while I was changing his diaper and clothes. As a matter of fact, he actually was "talking" to me the whole time. He snuggled me when I picked him up out of his crib. And we had a wonderful conversation the whole way to daycare. Cloud 9.
And then he cried and was reaching for me when I left daycare. In a fraction of a second, cloud 9 disappeared. But hopefully this means he will be excited to see me this afternoon!
Added note after re-reading:
The reason I was knocked off cloud 9 when leaving daycare is that I feel guilty when he is sad when I am leaving.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Yesterday he was sitting on the floor reading/demolishing my latest issue of Cooking Light Magazine. This is one of his favorite activities. He can amuse himself for quite a long time with a single magazine. But now? Now I can't let him sit with a magazine and try to get something else done. Now, he will rip pieces of the pages off and cram them in his mouth. Yum-o.
We were outside the other day and he was sitting on the sidewalk, happy as a little clam. I was talking to Travis. All of a sudden Alex starts coughing and sputtering and pretty much choking. He was trying to cough something up that was making him gag and almost throw up. Pretty much like a cat and a fur ball. I tried to get my fingers in his mouth to get whatever it was out, but to no avail since I was struggling enough with trying to hold onto this kid that had transformed into a clawing, coughing, gagging, velociraptor that did not want to be held in the downward facing dog position. Luckily Travis came over and fished out the cause of the choking. A leaf.
A side note of that afternoon outside...Alex found a stick and was waving it around like a flag on the Fourth of July. Aiden totally did a drive by stick stealing. It was awesome. She didn't even break stride. Just ran by him and snatched the stick right out of his fat little hand. He thinks everything that dog does is funny, so he just sat there and giggled.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Nurse's aide: "What's him name again?"
Travis/Jackie: "For now it's LJ."
Nurse's aide: "TJ?"
~Fast forward about two minutes~
Nurse's aide: "So when was the last time you changed little MJ's diaper."
It drove me crazy.
But the bigger problem occurred when she was showing us how to give our tiny 5lb-9oz fragile, breakable, head squishable monster baby a sponge bath. I was in a state of ouchy hoo-ha, so I laid in bed and watched her show Travis. We had no idea what we were doing, so naturally Travis was nervous. He did his best and I thought he did just fine. But she scolded him more than once and at one point told him if he did it his way, he was going to suffocate our child. Nice.
Since that day, Travis has been completely petrified to give Alex a bath. And has not done so. The only real problem I had with that is Alex loves taking a bath and it is a fun time to spend with him. And because of this nurse's aide-instilled fear, Travis was missing out on a really fun time with our kid.
But then last night happened. I had a hair appointment after work so I was not scheduled to get home until after the beast was asleep. When I got home I discovered Travis had accomplished a million and one things during his day off. Then he told me that we needed to cut Alex's fingernails. Which is a task that takes two people and can only be attempted when that child is asleep. So I go in his room to get him. He has a haircut, which is super cute, and is freshly bathed. Not only did Travis manage to cut his hair, but he did it! He triumphed! He gave Alex a bath!
It was a big day in the Julius house yesterday.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Anyway, the mesh thingy must have made the hand crammed full of food goes in mouth connection in his little brain, because now he grabs food and jams it in his mouth. About half the time he ends up gagging himself because all of his fingers are in there with the food, but I am assuming with some practice that little problem will correct itself.