Monday, January 20, 2014

Brought To You By....

This is a real life dinner conversation between me and B...

Me: I talked to a lactation consultant today at work about how the pump I use at work pumps out more milk than the one at home. She said it is because the one at work is hospital grade and mine at home isn't. Bummer.

B: I've got a shop-vac you can use. It sucked all the water out of the hot tub yesterday.

Thanks, B.

Friday, January 17, 2014

3 months

I can't believe we're already at this point. Little J is already 3 months old. Also new in the B news, I went back to work. I wasn't one of those moms who lost their marbles when they got to work and spent the entire day talking about how guilty they felt; I actually enjoyed my days back at work but I hated that I got home so late and wasn't able to spend more time with J. We self schedule at work so I'll play with my work schedule and fix it to my liking next time.

3 months at home taught me a few valuable lessons.

1.) Never have a baby in the late fall/early winter... EVER AGAIN!
2.) I was not hard wired to be a stay at home mom but that could have something to do with #1.
3.) Boy Meets World has some of the dumbest story lines on t.v.


If that wasn't enough...

Fat. Rolls. And I pinch them all the time!

Who doesn't have a crazy cute bath time picture?

J is up to all kinds of stuff now days. First of all, he is really becoming a chatter box. He coos and is starting to mimic some of the sounds we make towards him. He's also crying a lot less. He usually cries for a few reasons. A.) hunger B.) he's awake and feels the whole village needs to know C.) B is trying to get him to play horsey with the dog.

Next, he's smiling like crazy! It doesn't take much to get a giant, toothless smile out of him. Well, anything can get it out of him but stick a camera in his face and it instantly runs away to hide. I had B's help getting the ones for the pictures in this blog but, as in most of the pictures, he's looking at me as if I grew another head.

Tummy time is getting more interesting due to him propping on his elbows. We have an easier time playing when he can look up and see me. I love how when he's propped up, his feet lift up into the air. Kind of like he's posing for a picture featured in the Babies of the Year calendar.

HE'S SLEEPING 12 HOURS!!!!! I never thought I'd be able to say this at 3 months. After our little trip to the ER, J started cat napping during the day. I was totally frustrated and couldn't figure out how to help him get back on schedule until I came across a post that made sense. It said that babies around this age will start dropping a nap or two during the day and can sometimes have a hard time which ends up in cat napping. I started paying close attention to his moods when he woke up and he was actually happy. I would roll him over and he would greet me with with a big smile and coo. If he were waking up happy with only a 30 minute nap, who was I to change that? I decided I needed to modify my schedule to fit his.

Due to the short naps, he also feeds more frequently. About every 2 hours. At daycare, they are able to get him to go 2.5 - 3 hours between naps and he sleeps about an hour but at home I can only get him to go 2 hours at the most but he still feeds every 2 hours. Either way, we start his bath, bottle, bed routine at 8 pm and he's usually down by 9:30. Occasionally he has a mishap in the middle of the night and wakes up around 2:30 but that's pretty rare. It can usually be blamed on a leaky diaper, stuffy nose or a poor feeding before bed.

While I was searching through pictures for this post, I came across a few that I felt a need to share

This is what I came home to a few nights ago. My little thug, sleeping off a trip to the grocery store.

This next is a group of pictures to show how quickly his mood changes. 

 6:22:00 pm He loves some daddy time.

 6:22:05 pm B clearly said something funny to make him chuckle. Probably something about me snoring at night.

 6:22:06 pm Uh oh. Take it back, B! Take it back!!!

 6:22:08 pm Phew. That was close. Good work!

6:22:09 pm Such a sweet face!

 6:22:30 pm Oh no! That's serious!

 6:22:31 pm His head is falling back. This isn't a good sign.

 6:22:44 pm Oh sweet Lord, no. The point of no return.

 6:22:45 pm Almost fully charged for all out wail.

 6:22:57 pm Yep. There it is. 

6:22:58 pm Well that started out nice. Better luck next time, B.

And on that bombshell!


Saturday, January 11, 2014

It's Late

Clearly I need to go to bed but I ran across this post on Pinterest and I hit a new level of rage. Please tell me what man would let his "previous wifey" organize his Wall O' Crap this way and why oh why would he want it monogrammed!? He doesn't need to remember what his last name starts with while building corn hole boards for his next Bro Party. Come on, ladies, I think some spaces in a house don't need a woman's touch. Oh and since when did chevron print become an acceptable motif in a workshop? Any man that has a shop that looks anything like this should have his Man Card revoked... Pronto!


Tuesday, January 7, 2014

That Kid

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Hanukkah and all those other holidays I missed. Things got a little cray cray around the B house last month. Note to self, never have another winter baby. Being stuck inside has killed me.... KILLED ME!!!!! Our Christmas was fantastic but stressful to the max but who's isn't?

Then it happened. The one thing I warned B about back in October when J made his grand entrance. B got the flu a day after Christmas. I was devastated. I had visions of plopping J in B's lap and running off to finally get the laundry done or dishes washed. Fun fact: the laundry hasn't been completely done since J came home. That's a lie. Since I was 8 months pregnant. Then in one fail swoop, my parenting cohort dropped to the ground saying he felt like death. I'm a nurse, no one is ever that close to death and still plays on their iPad. But one Sunday I made him go to the Minute Clinic and the swab proved me wrong. This was after we ended up at the emergency room with J because his fever was high. No worries, he's fine.

While B was sick, I experienced a triad of emotions. First I felt really horrible for him and took care of him because I never want to take care of myself when I'm sick. While I've never had the flu, I've experience flu like symptoms when I had mastitis and it was the pits. I then felt anger because I told him months ago to get the flu shot to which he replied "Humph, I don't need a stinking flu shot." And finally, I felt jealousy. I was jealous because he got to sleep in the basement for 3 nights, uninterrupted and played on his iPad all day long. How I long for laziness. I'm excited to go back to work so I can sit for longer than 15 minutes at a time.

Which brings me to my next thought. J starts daycare next Monday. I'm scared to death. Not of having to leave my child with someone else or the fear that they won't be patient with him when he pulls a W and changes his mind half way through a task. No, I'm scared of him being "that kid". We all know who he is. He's the one that you see coming and you find a hiding place quicker than when a Jehovah's Witness comes knocking at the door. I'm scared of that day when I show up to daycare and I hear the words, "Jackson bit Betty today. We need to work on our biting skills." But seriously, who could be angry with this kid?

Today I'm going to set aside my fears and breathe in his baby smell. We're hibernating in the bedroom today because it's 8 degrees outside and our house wasn't built for this kind of cold.

Sending warm, happy, beachy thoughts your way!