Monday, September 29, 2008

I totally fuckin' jinxed myself.


The boy and I are sharing a cold. Let me tell you how awesome last night was. Oh, did I say "awesome"? I meant "terrible". He woke up at 4am with this cold - he was all phlegm-y and howl-y and scream-y , and I couldn't do anything but feed him and rock him. I finally got him to sleep for about an hour only to repeat the process. It is 7:17, he just ate again, he's sleeping in my bed.

The Android went to the grocery store for orange juice, a bag of oranges (he believes vitamin C cures all), and a nasal aspirator for the baby. We lost the one we had three weeks ago.

Bah to colds. Bah to sick babies.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Zzzzzzz...

I don't want to jinx anything, but I think we've entered a new stage of development. I think my kid might actually be sleeping through the night.

Or close to it, anyway. Last Wednesday he slept 6 hours straight. Thursday he made it 7 and a half (almost in a row. He woke up once and was easily lulled back to dreamland by having a pacifier plugged in his face.). Friday was screwy, but last night he went another 7.5 hours.

I'm deliriously happy.


In other news, he's still kind of amazing. He's holding his head much more steadily now, and he can stand (with assistance, of course) for longer periods. His legs used to just go to jelly when any weight was put on them, but now he plants his feet like a champ.

Today we will enjoy baby's first Twins game. I sure hope they don't lose - it might put him off baseball forever.

Monday, September 22, 2008

This mom thing...


It's been nearly eight weeks. Some days it seems like a miniscule amount of time (and in the grander scheme of things, I guess it is.) and some days it feels like I've been at this forever.

This mom thing is rewarding. When my kid flirts with me and gives me a smile so big it threatens to take over his face, when I correctly guess why he is crying and fix it before he breaks into a full on screaming fit, when I manage to pull a shirt over his head without suffocating him or breaking his neck (technically there has never been a possibility, but my rationale flew out the window weeks ago.).

I do a touchdown dance every time I recognize his sleepy signs and put him down for a nap - and he's sound asleep within a minute. Man, that's good stuff.

He's growing up so much. Every day I realize he does something a little better, a little stronger. He's getting cuter - if that's possible. And his face is endlessly fascinating to me. Sometimes when he's asleep I have to physically restrain myself from waking him up to play with him. The only thing that keeps me from doing it is knowing that that would be monumentally stupid. Never wake a sleeping baby. So, I watch him. And I kiss him. A lot. And I rub his feet and he makes little purring and grunting noises.

He continues being fairly perfect.




How do people have twins? My head would explode.




*Oh, and lest you think I believe I am the best mom ever, here's a fun tidbit: Yesterday I cut his right thumb while attempting to trim his nails. He cried for five seconds, I cried for five minutes. It was the first time I ever used the teeny baby nail clippers. I'm sticking with the nail file for now.

Friday, September 19, 2008

F You Man Chu

Yesterday the Android came home from work and sat down for a cuddle with the boy. I walk away for a moment and hear a bloodcurdling scream coming from the baby. I had never heard him shriek like that, so naturally I went to check it out.

It seems that the Czar got a bunch of accidental Stubble Kisses and did not approve at all. Android was apologizing to him and I was practically begging for the baby. He just kept screaming at his daddy until I wrested him away, changed his diaper (the screaming continued) and cuddled him (I am stubble free) until he chilled the heck out.

It was traumatic for all involved.


I had a night to think about it and I have determined that it wasn't the sandpaper face that alarmed the Czar so much, it was the Fu Man Chu his dad has been sporting for the last week or so.

Yes. Our household was recently teleported into a mid-seventies porno.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The BabyTalk has landed.

Something I never thought I'd hear myself say:

"Oh my! That was the bestest burp EVER!"


Also - I have a song I sing when changing his diaper. Set to the tune of "Camptown Races". Original, right?

Ivan has a poopy butt, doo daa doo daa
Ivan has a poopy butt all the stinkin' time

Gonna wipe all night, gonna wipe all day
Ivan had a poopy butt, but now he smells okay.





*sigh*
How long do I get to blame the lack of continuous sleep?

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Dull dull dull...

It's not that I haven't had anything to say. I do have stuff to say, but most of the time it's so boring I fall asleep thinking about it!

The most excitement I've had in the last couple of weeks is very long drive to and from Illinois. I left the Czar and the Android alone overnight for the first time. Naturally, the boys did brilliantly, and I didn't totally fall apart. That's all I can ask for. I did accidentally go 12 hours without nursing or pumping - never again. I was sure they would explode and take out most of eastern Wisconsin.

We're really just trucking along nicely now. The boy is six weeks old as of yesterday - time flies. My six week checkup is next Monday. I'm kind of looking forward to it just to make sure my nethers are, you know, as they should be.

Oh - I'm back at WeightWatchers. Getting back to counting points and actually thinking about what I feed my face is both liberating and frustrating as hell. Technically, I only have to lose 15lbs of baby weight, but since there was an extra 60 or so hanging around before the kid was even a glimmer in my eye, the finish line is a fair ways off. No worries. I can handle it.