The title is meaningful in so many ways. Let me count them!
We're moving! To California, if you must know. It's happening soon. Very soon. So we're frantically packing (well, Pooh's doing more of the frantically packing because I've been dealing with a rather obstinate Piglet. But more on that later.), AND trying to get rid of things we don't need. Seriously, us two pack rats trying to get rid of things. It'd probably be more amusing to outsiders than it is to us. It's kind of a 4th circle Hell type ordeal for us. Especially when Pooh asks, "did you want to keep these books?"
YES!! I did want to keep them!
........ but I don't have to. I guess.
We're trying to sell my car (Freud) before we go. Anyone know somebody who'd like a white 2001 Mitsubishi Mirage ES automatic? Runs great! Only $1500. You know you want it...
The new blogger throws me. I would take more time to figure it out, but that leads me into: Piglet.
Ah, Piglet, Piglet, Piglet. You are nearly 2 months old now and have had the hardest time deciding when you wanted to eat or sleep, unless it's right now! or in the case of naps, too late. You've sent me to the baby section of both libraries in our vicinity reading up on babies and sleep and toying with the idea that I should start you on a schedule (which is ludicrous when facing a move, a family reunion, vacation at Nana's, a wedding, and then moving again - kinda) or if I should just go with the flow.
With all the conflicting information out there it was hard to make a decision, and again the whole uprooting all summer made it seem ridiculous. But then so was the amount of sleep Lil Bit and I were getting, and how completely nonsensical his schedule was panning out to be (10-30 minute catnaps one day, 4-6 hour naps another, and not necessarily sleeping at night). I kept leaning toward scheduling his naps despite having decided it'd be a foolish venture. It proved almost instinctual.
Yesterday, he went down for a nap at 2, woke briefly to eat around 4 (I tried to keep him up, but he was out cold), then woke again at 6 when I fed him again and we decided to try and put him to bed since he was already showing signs of falling asleep again. In bed by 7, and after the week he'd put me through, so was I. There was a bit of a rocky period at 10 and between 1 and 3, but we figured it out and all was well until 630 this morning when he insisted he wanted to wake up and smiled upon my arrival, reluctant though I was. We ate and played and tummy timed and he was ready to nap again and out at 830.
In summation, I think scheduling helps. Making him go to bed early helps. So, goodbye following his wonky idea of a sleep schedule!
Speaking of sleep, I'm going to catch some more, too. As much as he'll let me.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Allow Me To Introduce Myself
Hello. My name is "Rodrigo" and I have been here a month.
I have begun experimenting with smiles, much to the confusing delight of my mother. She gets so excited, though she still can't be sure when I'm smiling and when I have gas. I think I'll keep her guessing for now.
I have recently decided that adults are not the boring creatures I'd thought. I find them most interesting, though still only really notice them when they interfere with my observations of light.
I do not believe in schedules. Good thing mom's a stay-at-home, right? Otherwise she might be very cranky with my highly unpredictable sleeping and eating patterns.
I've also begun to enjoy bath time with my father - that is, once they realized they could warm up the bathroom with a space heater. Much better than coming out wet into the cold, don't you think?
Lifting my head high during tummy time still eludes me, but I am getting quite accomplished at using my head as leverage to try and escape those horrible burping sessions. Ugh.
I'm a dreamer. No, really. My sleep is quite noisy as I stretch and react vocally to the scenes playing in my head. It's quite fun in there.
Happy one month, baby boy!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Things I Love About My Boy
Sometimes, when I offer it, he scrunches up his face and looks at me like "I don't need no stinkin' binky!"
When he sleeps, he'll suddenly stretch out his right arm while tucking his left arm behind his head. If you're not sure what this looks like, picture that pose used by so many of the "cool kids" back in the early 2000's.
His eyes appear to be changing to a deep slate gray color, but I can't be sure. It's like he's keeping me in suspense.
The way he frowns when he wakes up. It makes him look just like his daddy (who I can never tell whether or not he's cranky when I wake him up to change a diaper...)
When I offer his binky the second time, he's so excited that he can't keep his head still and frantically turns side to side trying to "chase" the thing into his mouth.
His mouth when I give him gripe water.
The way he sometimes "hugs" me when I'm burping him.
When he sleeps, he'll suddenly stretch out his right arm while tucking his left arm behind his head. If you're not sure what this looks like, picture that pose used by so many of the "cool kids" back in the early 2000's.
His eyes appear to be changing to a deep slate gray color, but I can't be sure. It's like he's keeping me in suspense.
The way he frowns when he wakes up. It makes him look just like his daddy (who I can never tell whether or not he's cranky when I wake him up to change a diaper...)
When I offer his binky the second time, he's so excited that he can't keep his head still and frantically turns side to side trying to "chase" the thing into his mouth.
His mouth when I give him gripe water.
The way he sometimes "hugs" me when I'm burping him.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Photo Update
A quick peek into the mind of a not-quite-one-month-old is really quite revealing.
*Sigh* Babies. Aren't they adorable?
"Hmm, I wonder what I should do today...?"
"Maybe I'll take a nap, have a bit of a snack, another nap and then -"
"Wait! You're going to put me DOWN for the nap? Never mind, then."
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Welcome To The World, Baby Boy!
Rodrigo has made his entrance into the world. The stinker was exactly a week early. I'd fallen asleep around midnight, woke up around 2 and made myself some breakfast, then began to seriously clean our back office/clutter room/ Spare Oom for my parents' use when they would arrive on the 31st.
Then the contractions started.
I warned Pooh when he got up of the impending possibility, but I highly doubted it would amount to anything, and we agreed he should go to work and I'd keep him updated. I was so confident that I had time and that I might even be sent back home that I started to make a mental shopping list of things I wanted to pick up before calling my friend to take me to the hospital.
One shower later and that was absolutely out of the question! I called my friend immediately and finished getting dressed, but I was somehow still pretty confident that I'd get sent home. We get there, and bless her she stayed with me until Pooh could get relieved by a substitute and make it down (several hours).
My Mom miraculously was able to get a flight and get down with my sister and brother-in-law with just an hour to spare! Our little Piglet (who sits before me in his swing pooping his adorable brains out) graced us with his presence at 7:24pm, almost exactly 12 hours after I'd arrived at the hospital.
He's such a funny little kid! He makes the greatest faces and has the best "what in the world are you doing?" look I've ever seen! We (and by "we" I mean Mom and I) believe his eyes will be brown, but Pooh is holding out that they won't.
I know I love this kid, because nothing in this world could make me so sleep deprived and live. Except him.
Pictures to come when Nana isn't napping in the Spare Oom. That's where all the pictures are hidden.
Then the contractions started.
I warned Pooh when he got up of the impending possibility, but I highly doubted it would amount to anything, and we agreed he should go to work and I'd keep him updated. I was so confident that I had time and that I might even be sent back home that I started to make a mental shopping list of things I wanted to pick up before calling my friend to take me to the hospital.
One shower later and that was absolutely out of the question! I called my friend immediately and finished getting dressed, but I was somehow still pretty confident that I'd get sent home. We get there, and bless her she stayed with me until Pooh could get relieved by a substitute and make it down (several hours).
My Mom miraculously was able to get a flight and get down with my sister and brother-in-law with just an hour to spare! Our little Piglet (who sits before me in his swing pooping his adorable brains out) graced us with his presence at 7:24pm, almost exactly 12 hours after I'd arrived at the hospital.
He's such a funny little kid! He makes the greatest faces and has the best "what in the world are you doing?" look I've ever seen! We (and by "we" I mean Mom and I) believe his eyes will be brown, but Pooh is holding out that they won't.
I know I love this kid, because nothing in this world could make me so sleep deprived and live. Except him.
Pictures to come when Nana isn't napping in the Spare Oom. That's where all the pictures are hidden.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Guten Tag!
Congratulations to me! I made it to 5am today! Went to bed a little after midnight, but overall that's still longer than my typical night.
And thanks to Pooh for putting up with my sudden neediness and talking absolute nonsense with me rather than reading the book that you are loving so much.
I'm having a pretty good time recently. I'm dilated to a 2, so this kid's not going anywhere anytime soon which relieves my mother greatly while simultaneously putting me at ease/on edge. How nice, he's waiting for Mamere and BabaLou. But what if he comes late? What will I do?
I know, I know, he'll come in his own time and there's nothing I can do about it so there's no sense stressing, but let's face it: this is me we're talking about. I can manage to stress and be totally chill about something at once.
I know, I'm awesome.
I've started thanking Rodrigo for moving. I didn't really notice I was doing it until last night while hanging out with people rather than laundry. He's still squirmy, it's just slightly more sluggish, and that's most likely because he's got very little room left in there, but that doesn't mean that when I feel him move I don't feel a rush of relief every time.
I was approached at Walmart by a sweet old lady who asked me if I was having a boy. She never said how she knew, but I think we all know.
Today is gonna be awesome! Pooh and I are babysitting this morning for friends who're going to see Hunger Games, later this evening we're making an appearance at my mission reunion and providing rice and kimchi stew, then skedaddling to our turn to see Hunger Games with family. It's going to be a great day.
It occurs to me now to wonder why I wanted to see the movie so bad before Rodrigo came. I've read the books, so I know how it ends. It's not like I'm going to hear any spoilers from anyone before it came out on DVD. We have been looking for an excuse to use our tickets, but we could've maybe saved them for a future well-deserved date night out on the town with a babysitter at home...
Oh well. You live and learn.
Pooh has accused me of being a baby hoarder. On the phone to my mom yesterday he told her I'm refusing to share. She said it's an oldest child trait. I reminded her shortly after that it's also a youngest trait, so good luck to her getting to hold her new grandbaby between the two of us.
Alright. Time to try and catch a short nap before babysitting. Wish me luck!
And thanks to Pooh for putting up with my sudden neediness and talking absolute nonsense with me rather than reading the book that you are loving so much.
I'm having a pretty good time recently. I'm dilated to a 2, so this kid's not going anywhere anytime soon which relieves my mother greatly while simultaneously putting me at ease/on edge. How nice, he's waiting for Mamere and BabaLou. But what if he comes late? What will I do?
I know, I know, he'll come in his own time and there's nothing I can do about it so there's no sense stressing, but let's face it: this is me we're talking about. I can manage to stress and be totally chill about something at once.
I know, I'm awesome.
I've started thanking Rodrigo for moving. I didn't really notice I was doing it until last night while hanging out with people rather than laundry. He's still squirmy, it's just slightly more sluggish, and that's most likely because he's got very little room left in there, but that doesn't mean that when I feel him move I don't feel a rush of relief every time.
I was approached at Walmart by a sweet old lady who asked me if I was having a boy. She never said how she knew, but I think we all know.
Today is gonna be awesome! Pooh and I are babysitting this morning for friends who're going to see Hunger Games, later this evening we're making an appearance at my mission reunion and providing rice and kimchi stew, then skedaddling to our turn to see Hunger Games with family. It's going to be a great day.
It occurs to me now to wonder why I wanted to see the movie so bad before Rodrigo came. I've read the books, so I know how it ends. It's not like I'm going to hear any spoilers from anyone before it came out on DVD. We have been looking for an excuse to use our tickets, but we could've maybe saved them for a future well-deserved date night out on the town with a babysitter at home...
Oh well. You live and learn.
Pooh has accused me of being a baby hoarder. On the phone to my mom yesterday he told her I'm refusing to share. She said it's an oldest child trait. I reminded her shortly after that it's also a youngest trait, so good luck to her getting to hold her new grandbaby between the two of us.
Alright. Time to try and catch a short nap before babysitting. Wish me luck!
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