Just one of them days

Today was one of those great days when everything just goes smoothly. The baby slept in until 6:30, so I could shower and get ready while he slumbered away. My drive in had no traffic. Work was great and everything went to plan. When I got home the ear doctor made dinner while I played with Sammy. After dinner we walked over to the ice cream parlor for a couple of cones. When we got home the baby went right to sleep.

And now the ear doctor is watching Ninja Warrior.

Perfect.

Crisis averted

Bad news...I almost dropped Sam on his head this morning while trying to put him in his Johnny jump up. He was fine..my heart was beating 200 bpm.

Why did they make it so darn hard to get kids in and out of that thing?!?!?!

Pull ups

This morning I sat Sammy in his crib for a few minutes while I was getting ready for work. When I came back to get him he was standing up ON HIS OWN!!!! 

He was just standing there slapping his chubby little hand on the wall behind his crib, grinning from ear to ear.

I was simultaneously terrified (because we hadn't moved the mattress down yet, so his hip was basically at the top of the rail) and proud (because he's only just barely 8 months old and look what he figured out!)

Is this how all his developmental milestones are going to feel? Thrilling that he's figuring things out and scary that he can get hurt in new and exciting ways.

8 months

pretty much the cutest kid on the planet! I love taking his picture....clearly...

7 months

A few days late, but you'll forgive that...right?

6 months

This is officially my favorite age so far! I finally feel like I love this little stinker more than I thought possible. Sometimes I catch my breath because I'm overwhelmed with how much he means to me.

5 months

I can't possibly describe how much better it is to have a 5 month old baby than 1, 2, 3 or 4? He is so much fun to be around. He can sit on his own, giggles when we tickle him, looks for us when we enter a room, actually falls asleep with minimal help from us...the list goes on and on. I sort of wish I could skip all those other months and jump right to him being the little angel boy that he is now.


I, however, would never want to attempt to birth him in his current configuration. This kid is BIG!

My Singer

Every night as part of bedtime routine I slather Sammy with lotion and put him in his jammies. The whole time I do this I sing to him.



The same songs every night.


I start with Goodnight my someone from the Music Man
Then I sing I will by the Beatles
Then it's either Love is Spoken Here or Child's Prayer from our church's children's hymnal
And I round it out with Abide with Me...one of my favorite religious hymns


It's a pretty well rounded playlist since my mom taught me to love musicals, my dad endowed me with a working knowledge of 95% of the Beatles songbook and they both taught me to love my Savior. Lessons I would love to pass down to my son.



The best part is that Sammy sings along with me. It is amazing.



At first I didn't want to give him too much credit...he's just 4 months old and babies make sing song sounds all the time. I didn't want to be THAT mom who is always giving her kids more credit than they really deserve.



But, after much incredulity I am ready to admit. He is definitely singing along with me.





It's my favorite part of the day.

I love daylight savings

I've never in my life looked forward to daylight savings time in the spring. In the fall, sure...I'll take an extra hour. But the spring? Never. I always dread it.

Except this year.

This year I am absolutely giddy with excitement over the change.

You see, my darling little boy poops every morning at 4:07 on the dot. EVERY morning. We listen to his grunts for 5 minutes, hear the thunderous poo and then the little relieved giggle afterward lets us know that it's time to get up and change him. We have to change him  because within 2 minutes that adorable giggle will turn into a peel-the-paint-off-the-walls scream.

I don't know how to change this rhythm he's found. We've fed him at different times, tried altering his bedtime, but nothing changes the 4:07 am clarion call of defecation.


I can't tell you how much better everything will be for us if that call starts coming at 5 instead of 4.

milestone

An amazing thing has happened at our house and I wanted to make sure I documented it somewhere. Sammy is starting to learn to put himself to sleep.

It's not as awesome as we just set him in his bed awake and he goes to sleep on his own...but he's getting there. We only have to hold and rock him for no more than 5 minutes and then he's out! It's amazing! It's a whole different world.

Plus, his morning nap is almost always 2+ hours. I can't even describe how amazing it is to know that he's getting enough rest. Up to this point he almost never took naps longer than 40 minutes. I was getting REALLY stressed out about it.

But things are getting MUCH better.


The ear doctor hates it when I say stuff like this because he thinks I'll jinx it and the baby will suddenly take a downward spiral into screaming-never-sleep-land. In fact, I think he's decided to start calling me Jinxy-cat.

Too bad for him (1) I've never in my life had a nick name stick and (2) I wouldn't be too sad if that one did stick...it's kind of cute.

4 months

Time is FLYING by! Look at my big boy!

3 months

I know you were DYING with anticipation to see Sam's 3 month photos...

transitions

If I were trapped in a Bill-Murray-esque groundhog day I would want it to be today.

Today was the last work day of my maternity leave. On Monday I return to the real world.

Since the day Sam was born each day has kind of felt like I was training for a marathon on my treadmill...a lot of work with very little actual progress to show for it. But today was different. It was surreal. It was the day I laced up my shoes, pinned the number to my back and got to really run the race.

(the fact that I'm using running here as an analogy is sort of hilarious because I hate running)

My baby was wonderful...smiling and cooing. Instead of passing out with exhaustion I actually spent time laying on my bed staring at how the light bounced off his perfectly long eyelashes while he slept. I actually had the energy to appreciate my cherubic infant.




It seems cruel that I have to start spending my days in a cubical now that I'm rested enough to appreciate the time off.

2 months

Scholastic heights

I have a confession to make. My son is over 2 months old and I haven't read him a single book. Not even a picture book. I haven't sat down, plopped him on my lap and cracked the spine of any of the great books we were thoughtfully given by friends and family.

I always thought I'd be a huge book reader with my kids so the fact that he hasn't seen more than just the spines of lonely books sitting on our shelf is a little disappointing.

So today I figured it was the day. I got him all fed and happy, sat with him in our big cozy chair, got a couple of books from the shelf and got to business.

I had visions of a warm, cozy, memorable moment. I realized that he probably wouldn't be able to look at the book much, but I wasn't prepared for what actually happened. He started screaming with an unmatched fury. Turned bright red. I calmed him down and attempted to read again, but again, crying until tears were rolling down his little cheeks.

So sad.


Maybe we'll try again tomorrow.

1 month

Sam is 4 weeks old today! I can't believe that we've had a baby that long.  It still seems like a surprise when I walk into the room and see him sleeping there.

Then again, considering all the quality time I've spent taking care of him instead of just wasting that time by sleeping it seems like he's been with us forever!

Live and learn

No one really told the ear doctor and I how intense it is to have a new born baby. Or maybe people tried to tell us what it was like, but we didn't really get it. Because, to tell you the truth, it's really hard to describe just what it's like to have a new baby. I don't think I could totally capture how hard/awesome/totally engrossing the experience has been.

Last night I was at a breaking point. I sat on my bed at 9 pm, nursing my little baby while tears streamed down my face. The very thought of attempting another night of feeding him ever hour and a half literally broke my spirit.


My husband and in-laws rose to the challenge. I seriously don't know how people do this on their own...I have an amazing army ready to help lift me up when I think I can't do it.

I pumped a bottle of milk, moved his bassinet out of our room and my mother-in-law enabled the ear doctor and i to sleep straight from 1:30 am until 6 am.

It was glorious.  I woke up happier than I've been in the last 2 weeks.


I now know the perfect way to help a new mom...and I really wish I'd had this kind of perspective when I went out to "help" my little sister after she'd had her babies. I could have been so much better had I just known what to do!

What I give to my son

I always think it's really hard to tell which features come from which parent on a newborn. Maybe I don't have the eye for it or something, but I can never definitively say, "oh, he has your nose" or "those are mom's eyes"

But with my baby there is one feature that he most definitely go from me. His adorable, smushed up ear.

Observe, my ear:

His ear:

Case closed.

Little no name

I can't tell you how excited I am about my son's dimples. They're perfect. Here's my favorite photo of him so far. SO thrilled I caught those little babies. 

Post baby tip

I hope this isn't too much information for everyone, but it has been one of the bigger post-baby worries for me, so I thought I'd share.

I had to have a c-section in order to welcome this little man to the world. As a result I wasn't up and walking around much right after he entered the world. Also, I was on a clear liquid diet. Result? No poo. 

Everyday I was in the hospital people asked me about my poo.  I started to stress out about it. The doctor told me to drink some Maalox, but she didn't know that Maalox is the absolute only medicine I can't stand. 

Probably because one Christmas eve my mom had me drink some in an attempt to prevent the inevitable yearly festive barf-extravaganza. Backfire...the chalky taste of the stuff was too much and I puked it all over the floor of my grandma's basement bathroom.

I really tried to drink the stuff in the hospital thinking that now, as an adult woman who had just attempted to go through labor, I could handle it. No dice. I got through half of a tiny bottle and had to stop for fear of puking and ripping the staples in my belly. 

So they let me leave the hospital without having a movement...which I was both happy and scared about. First day home, no action. Second day...no action. I was starting to get really nervous. My wonderful father-in-law went to the grocery store and picked me up these little beauties.

Let me tell you...they are magic little things. 

Get some...you won't be sorry.