The boy is stuffed up. I feel so bad for him. The snorting is much more frequent, which makes me laugh as I am feeling bad for him. Since there are no other cold-like symptoms, I am thinking/told this is yet another symptom of teething. I seriously feel like anything and everything can be blamed on teething. Is your baby drooling? Teething. Are you baby's cheeks flush? Teething. Is he stuffed up, chewing on his hands, not hungry, feverish, cranky? Fucking teething. I just want the damn things here already!
Anyway, the stuffed up thing sucks because these little monsters breathe through their noses while they eat. Not so easy when there are boogers the size of Montana in that tiny little nose. So he takes forever to consume one bottle since he has to try to breathe through his mouth while sucking formula down his throat. Lots o' sputtering, coughing, and spitting.
I am not kidding about the size of the boogers this kid produces. I do not understand it. How can something so small create something so big? And how does it fit in there? 'Cause let me tell you, once it is out, the dimensional math does not seem to work. And, yes, I am aware there is probably no such thing as "dimensional math." Shut it.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Will it last? Please! Please! Please!
I am afraid to say it out loud for fear of him hearing and making sure he proves me wrong, but here goes. Alex has slept through the night three out of the last four nights. Ten hours each time. Saturday night was the only night he woke up in the middle of the night to eat. I'm thinkin' the cereal is a good thing.
There's just one problem...the ten hours, yeah...they start at 6:30pm. Let's see, quick math, carry the one, that puts us at 4:30 in the A.M. for a wake up time. Oh goodie goodie gumdrops! The newest morning schedule has the boy waking up sometime between 4 and 4:30 to eat. Then we play for a bit. It would be nice if he would go back to sleep after eating, but let me tell you, 10 hours of sleep produces one well rested and ready to go baby. Sleep after eating is not an option. I managed to coerce some extra snuggles this morning, but that was only because I was rhythmically rocking him while he ate in an attempt to lull him back to SleepyTown. Snuggles yes, sleep no. The second he picked his head up and looked at me I could see it...TIME TO PLAY MOM!!! So we play. Well, he plays, I watch him play while interjecting the occasional funny face or sound as usual. Then, around 6 or so, he starts to get sleepy. So I lay him down and he takes a nap. As do I. We get back up around 6:45 and finish getting ready. It is working out pretty well. And as long as I go to bed at a decent time, I am getting some good sleep. Although I will quickly and openly admit, if those ten hours could start at 8:30 instead of 6:30, I would pee myself with happiness.
There's just one problem...the ten hours, yeah...they start at 6:30pm. Let's see, quick math, carry the one, that puts us at 4:30 in the A.M. for a wake up time. Oh goodie goodie gumdrops! The newest morning schedule has the boy waking up sometime between 4 and 4:30 to eat. Then we play for a bit. It would be nice if he would go back to sleep after eating, but let me tell you, 10 hours of sleep produces one well rested and ready to go baby. Sleep after eating is not an option. I managed to coerce some extra snuggles this morning, but that was only because I was rhythmically rocking him while he ate in an attempt to lull him back to SleepyTown. Snuggles yes, sleep no. The second he picked his head up and looked at me I could see it...TIME TO PLAY MOM!!! So we play. Well, he plays, I watch him play while interjecting the occasional funny face or sound as usual. Then, around 6 or so, he starts to get sleepy. So I lay him down and he takes a nap. As do I. We get back up around 6:45 and finish getting ready. It is working out pretty well. And as long as I go to bed at a decent time, I am getting some good sleep. Although I will quickly and openly admit, if those ten hours could start at 8:30 instead of 6:30, I would pee myself with happiness.
Monday, November 23, 2009
How the hell did I get here?
My life has very little resemblance to what it used to be. I went from owning a bar to working in an office. Being on my feet all day and half the night most times, to sitting on my ass. And in turn going from a tolerable size to a size I never thought I would see on the tag of my pants. Only having to care for a four legged furry lovey sweet girl, to taking care of a furry two legged sweet boy that can't eat on his own and poops in his pants. Going from "Where's the next bar?" to "Where's my couch and comfy clothes?" You get the picture.
This weekend really drove the point home. Friday night was reminiscent of my old life. We had friends over, made a lot of food, drank A LOT of wine. Alex went to bed right as friends showed up and stayed asleep the whole time. He even slept through Kari, Mariah, Molly and I playing Super Mario Brothers. I do not understand how he did it. There was a lot of yelling. Broken up only by insane hyena laughing. But because he slept the whole time, it really felt like my old life. I got to play and be loud and didn't have to feed or change a baby. But then Saturday happened.
We got up around 7. 7am. On a Saturday. We all had breakfast and got ready to go meet the Pastor for Alex's upcoming baptism. On the way home we went to Target, and aside from a few items, got nothing other than baby stuff. Went home and made dinner. Then, I was asleep on the couch as soon as the music to Saturday Night Live started...at 10:30. 10:30pm. On a Saturday. And then? Then Sunday happened. I got up with Alex at 6am. Travis has a new, and hopefully very temporary, schedule so he was already gone for work. Alex ate and we hung out for a while. He was mostly playing in or on various baby apparatuses, I was doing laundry and dishes and making faces at him. Then he went down for a nap and I decided to work out. While peddling my ass to nowhere on our stationary bike, I looked up at the clock. 8:01am. I was working out at 8 o'clock in the morning after already being up for two hours, ON A SUNDAY.
This weekend really drove the point home. Friday night was reminiscent of my old life. We had friends over, made a lot of food, drank A LOT of wine. Alex went to bed right as friends showed up and stayed asleep the whole time. He even slept through Kari, Mariah, Molly and I playing Super Mario Brothers. I do not understand how he did it. There was a lot of yelling. Broken up only by insane hyena laughing. But because he slept the whole time, it really felt like my old life. I got to play and be loud and didn't have to feed or change a baby. But then Saturday happened.
We got up around 7. 7am. On a Saturday. We all had breakfast and got ready to go meet the Pastor for Alex's upcoming baptism. On the way home we went to Target, and aside from a few items, got nothing other than baby stuff. Went home and made dinner. Then, I was asleep on the couch as soon as the music to Saturday Night Live started...at 10:30. 10:30pm. On a Saturday. And then? Then Sunday happened. I got up with Alex at 6am. Travis has a new, and hopefully very temporary, schedule so he was already gone for work. Alex ate and we hung out for a while. He was mostly playing in or on various baby apparatuses, I was doing laundry and dishes and making faces at him. Then he went down for a nap and I decided to work out. While peddling my ass to nowhere on our stationary bike, I looked up at the clock. 8:01am. I was working out at 8 o'clock in the morning after already being up for two hours, ON A SUNDAY.
Friday, November 20, 2009
A Testament to Preparedness
Being ahead of the game is not my usual spot. I am usually running around like my hair's on fire trying to get things done. I have never figured this out. It makes me nuts when things are planned. But even when every last detail is planned, there is always something I forget. Ipso facto: crazy hair on fire person. Example: I planned a time during our wedding reception for a garter and bouquet toss. I forgot to order a toss bouquet and couldn't find my garter that I never put on.
There is one part of my life that I have forced myself to be prepared. My mornings. As much as I hate doing it, I now make sure before going to bed that all bottles are filled, the formula portioner thingy is set, a spare set of clothes is in the diaper bag, usually my lunch is made. Also, depending on my ambition with working out and Travis's scheduled morning departure time, I will sometimes shower at night.
Most mornings having all of these things done means Alex and I have a little extra play time. Or, on some glorious days, after him eating breakfast and playing a bit, we both get a little nap before we have to go. Those are examples of most mornings. This morning however, I was laying in bed, half awake at best. Alex was in his pack 'n' play making noises that he was awake, but content. Probably examining his hands that he has miraculously found for the 14 thousandth time....they never get old for him. I was debating how long he would remain entertained when I realized something was off. It was waaaaay too bright outside. Huh, weird, I thought. Then I looked at my clock. 7:10. I'm sorry, WHAT?! In order for Alex and I to be at our designated locations on time in the morning we have to be pulling out of the driveway by 7:25. 15 minutes. Awesome.
This is where preparedness gets rewarded BIG TIME. We made it. I am still beaming I am so proud of myself. I managed to get dressed, brush my teeth, pull my hair up into something presentable, put on make-up, change the baby, make a quick breakfast and be pulling out of the driveway at 7:28. I didn't even forget the baby! I will admit I ate my breakfast in the car, but that is nothing new. And Alex went to daycare in the onesie he slept in, but he's a baby. Aside from barfing on his clothes, which by some act of everything Holy he didn't, his clothes don't really get dirty. Especially not overnight. So there.
There is one part of my life that I have forced myself to be prepared. My mornings. As much as I hate doing it, I now make sure before going to bed that all bottles are filled, the formula portioner thingy is set, a spare set of clothes is in the diaper bag, usually my lunch is made. Also, depending on my ambition with working out and Travis's scheduled morning departure time, I will sometimes shower at night.
Most mornings having all of these things done means Alex and I have a little extra play time. Or, on some glorious days, after him eating breakfast and playing a bit, we both get a little nap before we have to go. Those are examples of most mornings. This morning however, I was laying in bed, half awake at best. Alex was in his pack 'n' play making noises that he was awake, but content. Probably examining his hands that he has miraculously found for the 14 thousandth time....they never get old for him. I was debating how long he would remain entertained when I realized something was off. It was waaaaay too bright outside. Huh, weird, I thought. Then I looked at my clock. 7:10. I'm sorry, WHAT?! In order for Alex and I to be at our designated locations on time in the morning we have to be pulling out of the driveway by 7:25. 15 minutes. Awesome.
This is where preparedness gets rewarded BIG TIME. We made it. I am still beaming I am so proud of myself. I managed to get dressed, brush my teeth, pull my hair up into something presentable, put on make-up, change the baby, make a quick breakfast and be pulling out of the driveway at 7:28. I didn't even forget the baby! I will admit I ate my breakfast in the car, but that is nothing new. And Alex went to daycare in the onesie he slept in, but he's a baby. Aside from barfing on his clothes, which by some act of everything Holy he didn't, his clothes don't really get dirty. Especially not overnight. So there.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Think she's hinting at something?
Oh my dear puppy Aiden. I love her a lot. Too much some may say. To those "some" I say suck it. She is my sweet little girl. But she may just be the final locking strap on the straight jacket that is lurking in the shadows of my life.
She is insane. This has been a known fact since shortly after we got her. She goes berserk if anyone walks on her sidewalk. She can escape at any time from a completely fenced in yard. She has broken through every screen in our living room, more than once each, when the windows were left open and we ran some errands. I realize we should have maybe learned the first time that leaving the windows open was not a good idea, but damn. She has also knocked a box fan out of a window only to break through the screen to bust out of the house and run around the neighborhood trying to figure out where we went. Oh yeah, this box fan was in a window UPSTAIRS. Meaning, she jumped off our freaking roof.
She also shreds any sort of window covering if she is scared or thinks something is amiss outside. We have gone through quite a few blinds, especially since she is afraid of thunderstorms and fireworks. July is fun in our house. Wanna see? You can because we can never have the blinds closed as they would be vulnerable to attack!
I am not sure what scared her yesterday, but ho-ly shit. 6 out of 6 of the mini blinds downstairs were completely demolished. Mini blind schrapnel in every room. One of the fancy faux wood blinds in the kitchen has bite marks that make me believe she has a grizzly bear hiding in the attic we don't know about. The sun catcher behind the blind in Alex's room; in pieces. She went ape while we were at work. I have no idea what set her off...there was no thunderstorm and I am pretty sure people are not setting off fireworks for Thanksgiving. Although they should. The amount of glorious food at my fingertips is far beyond deserving of a celebration with explosives.
Aside from yesterday, she has been amazing the past four and a half months. She loves Alex so much, and she hasn't complained once about not going to the dog park. She used to get to go to the dog park almost everyday. She has gone once since He Who Giggles and Poops A Lot has entered our lives. Once. I feel so guilty. She loves the park. You can literally see her happiness when she is there. I can't count how many times I have heard, "Wow! That is one happy dog!" from other dog owners at the park. It is her nirvana. And I am too busy/tired/brain fried to take her there. I am totally sucking in the dog owner department.
I guess I will just have to keep her in fresh blinds until we can figure out an easy way to get us all to the park.
She is insane. This has been a known fact since shortly after we got her. She goes berserk if anyone walks on her sidewalk. She can escape at any time from a completely fenced in yard. She has broken through every screen in our living room, more than once each, when the windows were left open and we ran some errands. I realize we should have maybe learned the first time that leaving the windows open was not a good idea, but damn. She has also knocked a box fan out of a window only to break through the screen to bust out of the house and run around the neighborhood trying to figure out where we went. Oh yeah, this box fan was in a window UPSTAIRS. Meaning, she jumped off our freaking roof.
She also shreds any sort of window covering if she is scared or thinks something is amiss outside. We have gone through quite a few blinds, especially since she is afraid of thunderstorms and fireworks. July is fun in our house. Wanna see? You can because we can never have the blinds closed as they would be vulnerable to attack!
I am not sure what scared her yesterday, but ho-ly shit. 6 out of 6 of the mini blinds downstairs were completely demolished. Mini blind schrapnel in every room. One of the fancy faux wood blinds in the kitchen has bite marks that make me believe she has a grizzly bear hiding in the attic we don't know about. The sun catcher behind the blind in Alex's room; in pieces. She went ape while we were at work. I have no idea what set her off...there was no thunderstorm and I am pretty sure people are not setting off fireworks for Thanksgiving. Although they should. The amount of glorious food at my fingertips is far beyond deserving of a celebration with explosives.
Aside from yesterday, she has been amazing the past four and a half months. She loves Alex so much, and she hasn't complained once about not going to the dog park. She used to get to go to the dog park almost everyday. She has gone once since He Who Giggles and Poops A Lot has entered our lives. Once. I feel so guilty. She loves the park. You can literally see her happiness when she is there. I can't count how many times I have heard, "Wow! That is one happy dog!" from other dog owners at the park. It is her nirvana. And I am too busy/tired/brain fried to take her there. I am totally sucking in the dog owner department.
I guess I will just have to keep her in fresh blinds until we can figure out an easy way to get us all to the park.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Ha ha ha!
This kid's laugh is fantastic. The initial giggle is pretty much everything you can expect a baby's laugh to be. But the second part, the part where he is drawing air back in. That part sounds like a donkey with a sore throat.
One of the teachers at daycare keeps apologizing for tickling him so much. Apparently she has a slight addiction to his laugh. She said she felt kinda bad since it has to get annoying for him. And I was all, yeah...right...you shouldn't bug him so much BY MAKING HIM LAUGH. If she only knew how much I pestered that kid while he was still getting cooked, she would never apologize again. Seriously, the people at this daycare are so amazing. Anyway, he is super ticklish and pretty easily amused, so extracting giggles is not a difficult task.
I am having an issue getting this video to download, so follow the link for an example of aforementioned giggles. Please try to plug your ears when the adult horribly fake laugh is audible between Alex's laughs. I realize the noise is comparable to a lion hacking up a fur ball, but it makes the baby laugh, so deal with it. That may also be why he looks so terrified between laughing. It's a fine line between scary and funny I guess.
One of the teachers at daycare keeps apologizing for tickling him so much. Apparently she has a slight addiction to his laugh. She said she felt kinda bad since it has to get annoying for him. And I was all, yeah...right...you shouldn't bug him so much BY MAKING HIM LAUGH. If she only knew how much I pestered that kid while he was still getting cooked, she would never apologize again. Seriously, the people at this daycare are so amazing. Anyway, he is super ticklish and pretty easily amused, so extracting giggles is not a difficult task.
I am having an issue getting this video to download, so follow the link for an example of aforementioned giggles. Please try to plug your ears when the adult horribly fake laugh is audible between Alex's laughs. I realize the noise is comparable to a lion hacking up a fur ball, but it makes the baby laugh, so deal with it. That may also be why he looks so terrified between laughing. It's a fine line between scary and funny I guess.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Almost perfect
This morning was a good morning. Alex woke up around 5:30, had a bottle and was ready to hang out. He spent a good amount of time wrestling the stuffed ocotpus on his play mat....I am pretty sure Alex won, but it was a close match. Then he played around in his jumperoo for a while. There is a ball that spins and makes kind of a rattle type noise on this thing. The amount of spinning that gets done makes me feel bad for the ball. He just sits there with his chubby little sausage link fingers strumming away on that ball.
During all this play time I managed to get myself ready and my lunch made. Then I brought him into the kitchen to hang out with me while I ate my breakfast. He had a grand ol' time chillin' out in his bouncy seat whacking at this weird long skinny blue elephant thing that hangs from the overhead bar. Then the grunting started. The tell tale grunting. He was soon to become a stinky baby. Something he continues to find terribly funny. I have to admit I liked it better when his pooing schedule had him making a mess of himself while at daycare, but whatcha gonna do?
So I finish eating, he finishes pooing. Time for a wardrobe change. No pajamas to daycare today! I change his diaper, blow some zerberts on his belly, and put him in a cute outfit with a puppy on his butt. I get my coat and buckle him into his car seat. Pacifier, burp cloth and blanket all in place. On the way out, I spot the delicious peanut butter cookies Kari brought over yesterday and grab one for myself as a treat for getting everything done so smoothly this morning.
In the car on the way down our street I see it. Poop under my fingernail. Nice.
During all this play time I managed to get myself ready and my lunch made. Then I brought him into the kitchen to hang out with me while I ate my breakfast. He had a grand ol' time chillin' out in his bouncy seat whacking at this weird long skinny blue elephant thing that hangs from the overhead bar. Then the grunting started. The tell tale grunting. He was soon to become a stinky baby. Something he continues to find terribly funny. I have to admit I liked it better when his pooing schedule had him making a mess of himself while at daycare, but whatcha gonna do?
So I finish eating, he finishes pooing. Time for a wardrobe change. No pajamas to daycare today! I change his diaper, blow some zerberts on his belly, and put him in a cute outfit with a puppy on his butt. I get my coat and buckle him into his car seat. Pacifier, burp cloth and blanket all in place. On the way out, I spot the delicious peanut butter cookies Kari brought over yesterday and grab one for myself as a treat for getting everything done so smoothly this morning.
In the car on the way down our street I see it. Poop under my fingernail. Nice.
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