It's a Boy

It's a Boy

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Sorry

I had this fabulous plan this summer about staying current with my blog. This great idea was when I was not paying for internet, but using a neighbors that did not have a password. They soon smartened up, so I began my battle with Time Warner. After a long fight about not having a modem that appeared on my account...I now have the Net. Surprisingly, he only weighs about fourteen pounds. He is a little something, but just as feisty as my earlier posts. This summer he went mobile. Now he is all over the place, crawling here. Crawling there. Naturally, we have set up booby traps to keep him contained. So now booby traps are his new past time. Pulling up. He thinks he's BIG stuff. Pulling up and lookin around. Last night we awoke to see him standing and crying in his crib. Pat will be lowering it today. As I type this, he is exploring the blinds. Sigh. The lil fella now has two teeth at the bottom. Looks funny still, and when I touch them I still get weirded out. Mason is an outdoorsy kinda guy. I strap him in his City Mini and he is a happy dude. I try to take him on a walk daily. He loves testing his voice and screaming is quite fun to him, not to us too much. Well, I'm not spending my whole day tellin y'all how wonderful Mason is. TTYL

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

FYI, I'm off the grid for a bit. I have no internet. TTYL

Newsflash


I see why people have a second child. I was looking through my camera at Mason's pictures. I miss him. He was so cute and tiny...actually he is still those two things. But I do miss the first couple of months he was home and Pat and I were new parents. Now, I love how he is growing and changing everyday, but gees. I miss the 'lil fella who used to sleep most of the day. The kid who didn't mind lying on my chest in the mornings. The one who took the bottle throughout the day. My little guy who could happily lay on the bed as I got dressed or brushed my teeth. Gone are those days. He has gotten into the habit of taking only a thirty minute nap at least once a day. He is so full of himself now that he can pop up when he's on his belly that he never wants to rest on me. I've been around so much this summer, 99% of the time he refuses a bottle and prefers his milk from the source. I've even tried a sippy cup to no avail. And DO NOT leave him on the bed. (I learned the hard way...well actually he learned the hard way when he fell). So where does that leave me? Wanting to have another child immediately? Nope! All I'm saying is that I understand why people have another. I'd love to savor the moments of a newborn again. I guess with your first baby you don't miss your milk 'til your bottle runs dry.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Apologies

So...I've been on a bit of a hiatus. I could blame it on the demands of my job towards the end of the year, but why do that. I'll just tell the truth. It's Mason's fault! The kid is mesmerizing. He pulls me in and before I know it, too much time has slipped away. Not that I'm complaining. I just wanted you to know the truth. I figure that I should offer a "What's he up to" entry today. I plan on doing a much better job, but I know I'll have to fight his spell he has put me under. Since my entry about his appointment at Duke things have gone well. He is always with his feet in his hands, which was one of the things that we needed to work on with him. This means his curling muscles are doing well. He still prefers to stand, however. He weighs about thirteen pounds, though we have not been to the doctor. We just stand on the bathroom scale then plop him in our arms. A 'lil math...and that's his weight. He had an ophthalmology appointment a couple of weeks ago. Two hours! In the end it was discovered that he has an astigmatism in both eyes. (Courtesy of Mom and Dad.) The good thing is that it is not weak in one eye, which would lead him to want to stop using that eye altogether. We will go back in December to see if it has improved. Worst case scenario would be glasses. How cute, our own 'lil nerd! FYI- nerdy is in! In the meantime, we'll "keep an eye on it", those are the doctors humorous words.  I have been giving him food, and he has taken to it. I didn't think I'd be psycho-mom, but I've done a lot of organic with him. It's partly because I get all these parent emails, and they suggest it. It's also because in some cases it's not that much more expensive. Why not? And I've made some of his baby food! Look at me...all domesticated and whatnot.  I think he likes sweet potatoes the best. My 'lil Southerner! Of course he is still working on sitting up. He can't quite get himself in the position on his on, but he is doing well sitting there if someone is with him. This summer he has been to the pool twice! He likes it. And he looks darn cute in his too long trunks. He's even spent a couple of days with Karson. I think Karson finds Mason a bit immature and unruly, however. The coos continue and sound so coo-ute. Get it?!  Anyhow, Mas and I are gonna go for a walk in his new set of wheels. A City Mini (blame KR on the spell which made me purchase a "high end" umbrella stroller). I'll keep my audience, all 6 of y'all, posted.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Oh pretty baby

Yes, Frankie Valli was the original, but Lauryn perfected it. I couldn't say it any better.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wA3cUGkZ1WM

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You'd be like heaven to touch. I wanna
hold you so much. At long last love has
arrived. And I thank God I'm alive. You're
just too good to be true. Can't take my
eyes off of you.

Pardon the way that I stare. There's nothing
else to compare. The sight of you leaves me
weak. There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel. Please let me know
that it's real. You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.

I need you baby, if it's quite all right,
I love you baby, you warm a lonely night. I love
you baby. Trust in me when I say It's OK: Oh pretty
baby, don't let me down I pray. Oh pretty
baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me
love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You'd be like heaven to touch. I wanna
hold you so much. At long last love has
arrived. And I thank God I'm alive. You're
just too good to be true. Can't take my
eyes off of you.

I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I love you baby, you warm a lonely night. I love
you baby. Trust in me when I say: It's OK Oh pretty
baby, don't let me down I pray. Oh pretty
baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me
love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I love you baby, you warm a lonely night. I love
you baby. Trust in me when I say: It's OK Oh pretty
baby, don't let me down I pray. Oh pretty
baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me
love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

My 4 month old

Please note, this was written on 5/31/11, but for some reason I just logged in and noticed it was not posted.
On Tuesday we went to Mas's "big" appointment at Duke Children's Hospital. The purpose of this appointment was to check on his development since he's a preemie; he was considered a 4 month old at the appointment . It went fairly well. We learned a lot, I feel. So, babies enter fetal position around 33 weeks. Mason came at 30 weeks, so he never curled inside of me. As a result he does not have strong curling muscles. Well, curling muscles are responsible for lots. It helps him meet his feet, reach for things and get ready to crawl. Of course Pat and I heard "Mason can't..."  and went into psycho parent mode. That night I went to Babies R Us to purchase some items that will aid in his curling development. I bought a tray for his Bumbo, this allows us to sit toys on the tray for him to reach for. I also got a mirror that we put either in the crib or on the floor. We sit him in a position on his tummy, and he can look at himself while doing so. We're also supposed to put him on his back and give his feet to him. All these things are going to put our Lil Man where he should be developmentally. He also had to get some lab work done. I was so scared because I don't like seeing him get pricked. Well...he proved me so wrong. I guess after having his heel pricked umpteen times in his life, it's really nothing. He didn't flinch or cry. Took it like a 6 month old! Oh yeah, he's also 11 pounds 7 ounces and 23.5 inches long. We love him. Lots.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

I want my baby back

I'm not talking baby back ribs. I want Mason to be a baby. It is so cliche, but oh so true. Where does the time go? Kids do grow up fast. I don't like it. Mason is six months! That means in another six months he will be one! I'm not ready for that. People say they want to freeze time. I used to think it was crazy. Why freeze time and we want to progress were my thoughts. Now, I would not mind keeping Mason at this stage for an extra six months. You can never go back to your baby. And I know that you get to experience new things like first steps and first words and first day of school. Yet, I'm just not sold on it yet. I like being able to toss him in my arms and go. Soon, he is not gonna want to have me kiss on him or hold him. He will want to go over a friends house and play video games. Or worse...he is going to want to go with Pat! Then I will have no Pat and no Mason! I will be all alone. So this is why people have kids again? I guess Mason is not going to be an only child after all. I am going to have to have at least one more just so I will have someone to kiss and cuddle. Well Mason is waking up from his nap. I better go shower him with kisses now.

Trust me....

Someone asked me how I knew what to do with Mason. I replied, "I just do." And that is the truth. People always tell you that your maternal instincts will kick in when you have a baby. I was skeptical when I heard this, but it is true. Although I must say some of parenting is just common sense. But let's not forget...sense ain't common. Which is why some folk don't excel at it. Generally, I do not doubt what I am doing with Mason. However, this could be in part because he is still a baby and I don't have much to do. The dude doesn't ask for much. Some milk. To be held. Played with. Or sleep. It is not hard. Occasionally he'll throw in something just to make sure I'm alert. Perhaps he will get fussy because he is hot, I can figure that out. Or if he wants you to walk him around he may give a lil attitude. So, right now I think I have good maternal instincts. I know that when he get older I am gonna grapple over what to do. That is when the hard stuff arises. Do I call the doctor? Is it an allergy? Can he go to a sleepover? Which college should I choose? Now, that is scary. He never questions my decision making and he seems happy, so I must be doing something right.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Baby back, baby back

So it appears my posts are like grandma's teeth...few and far between (my Grandma uses this saying, and it never gets old). Anyhow, I'll cut to the point...Mason is great! It will be 6 months next week, where does the time go?  I have not paid too much attention to where he should be developmentally, but I feel he's doing great. I'm sure the normal six monther can do some cool things, but he appears to be progressing just fine. Today was a milestone, but apparently there are many with kids. He rolled over. He has gone mobile! Pretty soon it will be crawling. He already loves to be held in the standing position on your lap. He no longer has bobble head syndrome; he is able to hold his head up on his own. He's a big boy. Aaaaaaand he has realized he does not have to keep his hands in fists all the time. With this epiphany he has started to grab things. He does really well with soft objecst like his blanket or hair. Speaking of hair, he is a hair puller---of his own that is. I don't know how I feel about it though. It seems to be bad, but online it says that it is a soother for baby. We'll keep an eye on this. I feel like Mason has made so many new transitions this week, it's amazing. Actually the word is bittersweet. He's gonna be six weeks and doing who knows what next week! I'm not ready... I want my baby back!

Monday, April 18, 2011

Perfect 10!

Well, he's perfect, but he's not a 10. My baby is a 10.6! Owwwwww! Yep, that's right, he is in double digit weight. You'd think he scored a perfect SAT score the way Pat and I reacted. Ha! He is perfect though. He's pretty much perfected his head, so it's always on a swivel. He looks too cute in his Bumbo as he practices sitting up. He absolutely loves sitting up facing the world, taking it all in. Mason has discovered his hands and they are in his mouth constantly. And while I don't want it to become a bad habit, he is some kinda cute with that lil ol thumb stuck in his lil ol mouth! However, he is the ultimate drooling machine. We finally stopped wrapping him like an egg roll for bedtime, and we're super excited about it. Even though he does not sleep through the night he does a good job of only waking up once. So I appreciate that. In our pastime we sit around gawking at how cute he is. I can't believe how often I kiss him, but I should do it now because in a few years he'll say "gross". He is now 22 inches long, and is really exploring his legs. He kicks them when he is ticked off at us, especially that right one. On occasion, he tries to stand up, which is beyond funny. I know I'd freak out if he started walking early. After all, the past five months have flown by. I see why people say it's sad. The best treat, recently, has been hearing his voice more often. We can really get him going and it is adorable. Next month we go for his gestational four month check up, and I can't wait to hear what they have to say. And even if they have anything shocking to say about him, they won't be able to make me think of him anything less than my perfect 10!

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Call me crazy

I don't know how. I don't even know if it is medically possible. However, Mason has gotten cuter. I know it sounds impossible, but I kid you not. I had the pleasure of spending every waking moment with him over spring break, and it was not like the month I spent on maternity leave. This kid is C-UTE! Ok, ok, in all seriousness...he is cute and I know why. He's "maturing". Yes, he still wears some newborn clothing and may just be hitting double digit weight, but he's maturing. He is developing a personality. I don't know how many times a day Pat and I say "Look!" when he makes a certain movement or facial expression. Also, he smiles and coos all the time. Nothing is better than hearing your child's voice. I can't imagine him talking one day. I'm gonna be in utter shock. I'm assuming every mother, especially first timer, feel their kid is soooo darling. 'Cause I sure due. Even when he's ticked off he's a cutie. His little lip slowly rolls down until it perfectly pouts, then his eyes get glazed from the tears, he starts breathing fast, the the wail! Oh so adorable. I think he's gonna be a nice guy, kinda like his pop. I was too shy, and I hope he doesn't inherit that. He ain't a mama's boy, he likes anyone who want to talk to him. And don't worry, there are still spurts of feisty in him, so that must be here to stay. If you haven't met this guy, you need to! Well, seeing how I'm at work (yikes! Chillax...I'm pumping) I'd better keep this short. So, I'll leave you with some important words: If you haven't met MJW, you should because the kid is cute!.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Tiger, helicopter, hippe

Oops, this post was never published. Sorry so late. 
I know you're intrigued at this point. You're wondering what a tiger, hippie, and helicopter have in common. Is it the "i" and the "e"? Noooo. Unique school mascots? Noooo. They are parenting styles. I saw it on GMA the other day, and it got me to wondering. What kind of parent will I...uhhh we be? First off a quick definition of each, better yet origins. So this Chinese author recently wrote a book about how she was raised the "superior" Chinese way. She was expected to get all A's , could not attend sleepovers or playdates, could not participate in any extra curricular activities, was not allowed TV or computer games,  and had to play either the violin or piano. She adopted this tiger style of parenting for her kids, also. This style is the fast track to the Ivy League. Then they showed a kid who was raised by a helicopter mom. As you can guess the helicopter mom hovers over her child. They are there when you need them and don't need them. Always there. The kid on GMA did well because his mom was always there. Some helicopter moms even get apartments near their kids college! The last person was a hippie parented kid. Her parents never stressed her about grades, but she did well. She knew they expected her to do well, but did not have to voice it constantly. They didn't even care to see grades every time. So, what kind of parents will we be? I don't think there is a term for how we will be. We just know that Mason will know our expectations. I'll be darned if we hover over him. He will have to know how to be independent and responsible. I do understand the idea of hippies, so I'm sure I'll have a little more hippie in me than my other options. But I don't want him getting too comfy and thinking he does not have to divulge his academic life to us. And knowing Pat there are gonna be some things that he will have to do and we will not allow, thus making him a Daddy Tiger. So as I write this what do I learn? We're a lil bit of everything. Let's see how this turns out.

Working Mom

Shame on me! It has been too long since an entry to my ever so intriguing life! Well, maybe it's not so intriguing, but my fans need me. And by fans I mean all 6 subscribers who read this blog. Anyhow, as the title suggests, I am a working mom. I went back on March 2. I thought that the morning I woke up and had to leave Mason would be tug at my heart. Wrong! I was running so behind schedule I barely had time to kiss his toesies and tell him by. Having stayed home for 6 weeks with the kiddo I made some conclusions. I see how there are people who want to stay at home. And I also see how there are those who choose to be a working mom. Staying home is great because you don't miss a moment. You are there for everything. And this is beautiful. However, for me there was a time where I longed to do something adultish. Unfortunately, there are not too many people who are also home during the day, so you are forced to make small talk wit someone who does not respond. And while this is great for many moms, it was not for me. I realized that I kinda like working. I like being around people who converse with me, although many of them don't offer the infectious smile that Mason does. So, I am glad that I am in a profession where I get a break here and there, so I do have periods of time to catch some precious moments. I probably also Like working because I do not have a choice. So until we strike it rich, I will work and come home to my lil baby boy. It's a nice end to a long day. I can be around a bunch of other people kids who I am scared to touch because of illness, but I come home to my own and can cuddle with him all I want. I am sure by summer I will be yearning to be home and spend time with Mason, but for now I shall trek to my low paying job and come home to my fella.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Oblivion

Well, my sister had her baby, so Grandma and I went to see the lil bundle of joy. And while I noticed how precious he was and his head full of hair, I noticed something more. He was a newborn. I totally missed the newborn state for Mason. And this led me to another realization. My baby was a preemie! Of course I realized it when he was born at thirty weeks, but seeing Karson really put it into perspective. Mason was tiny. He had tubes galore hooked up to him. He could not breathe on his own. His heart had an open valve, a hole essentially. His blood count was closely monitored because his "crit count" was low. They were even talking blood transfusion. Yet, I was oblivious. I knew that he was a preemie, but I just saw him as a small baby. The severity never really crossed my mind. He had a long road ahead of him just to get out of the hospital. And preemies are not out of the clear just because they gain weight and go home. His development is more aligned with a newborn than a nearly four month old. This will be the case for a while. But when I look at him I see my baby. However, when we go to the mall I get "Ohhh he's so small". Small?! My baby ain't small! He has tripled his weight. He's a big boy. That's what I think, but really...he is small. He's the same size as my five day old nephew. He spent fifty days in the hospital. We could only hold him for short periods of time because he needed to be in his isolete to help regulate his body temperature. Our little man (what Pat calls him) has come a long way. I just didn't realize he had so many odds against him when he graced us with his early presence. We knew he was gonna be alright, which he was. So being oblivious was not bad in this situation. I'm really glad that he was oblivious to his prematurity, too.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I'm a mama

It has been three months, but from time to time it hits me. I'm a mom! This got me to thinking. What are the signs that let me know I'm a parent now? And while these things apply to me, I'm sure there are some other folk out there who can relate to at least one of my thoughts. Here are signs that let me know I am a mama:
- You find half completed tasks around the home two hours after you started them. The dishwasher left open, the orange juice left out next to an empty glass or a reply to a text that you never sent.
-You ask yourself "What day is it?" or "When was the last time I ate?" or "Did I brush my teeth today?"
- The last song you listened to, found yourself dancing to or sang was "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" or some other lullaby.
- When someone asks you "What time did you get up this morning?" you look at them perplexed.
- Your purse is really a diaper bag or is it your diaper bag is your purse?
- You base errands on a feeding schedule.
- The last time you were rocking at 3a.m., you really were rocking.
- You have sucked a pacifier. (I swored I'd never do it, sadly I have)
- Your favorite scent is Dreft or Johnson's Baby.
- Your "good clothes" consist of anything that doesn't have milk or bodily fluids on it.

I'm sure I could go on, cause I keep thinking of the "signs" as I type. However, I'm gonna go hang with my lil man instead. After all, I am a mama.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Proud Parents

Parents are a proud people. Proud that their child scored a soccer goal. Proud they can read a chapter book. Proud they can write their name. So being a teacher with no biological kids, I was a bit over all this pride. Sure I can see the pride in your child writing their name, but some of that stuff seemed over the top... until November 6th. That's the day we became proud parents like millions of others. We, Pat and I, gush at everything that Mason does. We have been proud of every ounce he has gained. Grinned from ear to ear when he started drinking from a bottle. Ecstatic when he had normal urine output. Thrilled when the feeding tube was removed. I could go on. We could not be prouder! Pat was beaming when he realized Mason could follow him with his eyes. And you should have seen us when he began trying to hold his head up. We keep talking about the "big" milestones and how excited we are going to be when he hits them. We can't wait for him to hold his bottle or crawl or hug us. But these things are small potatoes compared to the pride kids can truly bring. He's going to start school one day and graduate and go to college. What pride we will have for those accomplishments. However, he's only three months. So right now we have a new moment of pride we're waiting for. Sleeping for more than three hours. That's gonna be the proudest we've been thus far.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Imagine

Here are ten things I never imagined:
 I never imagined I'd be a poo inspector. I look at each poo to make sure it's "normal". I have to, apparently poos will morph. I need to be in the know.
 I never imagined it would be so hard to remove a boogie from a baby's nose! An aspirator helps some, but it is still a challenge. So challenging that I actually thought of using Mason's finger to get a boogie out. (It was a quick thought, and I did not do it people)
I never imagined I'd be so comfortable with bodily fluids. Drool is a part of my life. You get everything on you as a mommy. The weird thing is you don't even care. The other day I had just dressed Mason when he began to spit up. I actually caught it with my hand so that I would not have to change his clothes!
 I never imagined it would be such a task to dress a baby! Here's why...the head! Their head is 60% of their body and it's soft. I'm nervous to put a shirt on it, and he's squirming. I thought it would be a quick pull and you're done. Wrong. I try to avoid shirts as much as possible.
 I never imagined I'd lose my memory at such a young age. I pride myself in the ability to remember things. But sadly, I forget what I am saying mid sentence. I even got my child's birth date wrong the other day!
 I never imagined I'd be so smitten by someone, especially so soon. Patrick and I had a long courtship...longer than most. And while I liked him, I was not smitten by him. But Mason, ohhhhh he's a dream! He can do not wrong. I can't believe how fast it happened. Everything he does is "cute", "precious", "adorable".  It's amazing.
When you're younger you have lots of thoughts about your future. You imagine your fancy well paying job or your glamorous wedding or traveling the world.  Last year I imagined we'd buy a house in 2011 and start a family when I was 30. Last your I never, I repeat NEVER imagined I'd be a mommy.  Never did I imagine any of these things. But you know what? I don't mind. I love my Mason and now I can't imagine life without him.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Progress Report

The last time I did report cards, I followed up with conferences, then topped it off with a baby. It's report card time, so I figure I need to do another update on the baby. A progress report of sorts. For starters, he is known by the following: Mason, Mason Jett, Jett, MJ, and The Baby. I call him Mason, but to each his own. He is up to 6lbs 1oz as of 1.20.10. He is working so very hard on holding his head up. It's quite funny since half his body weight is housed there. He'll be on the cusp of getting it, then topple over. Hilarious. Also, he is doing a better job of tracking objects with his eyes. We work on this a few times a day.Fortunately,  he has been less cranky when he gets a dirty diaper, which makes me happy. I was tired of hearing his complaints at the drop of wetness or poo. However, I would not have minded if he squealed yesterday; for, I was the victim of a poo that crept out of the Huggies and onto me. And it was on my new house pants =( We've been trying to get his feedings up to 60mL a session, currently he's at 50ish. There are too many cute, fat babies being born at my job that he is competing with. Skinny babies finish last, so he's gotta pack on the weight. His latest (and most eye rolling for me) thing is this outburst of crying he does. He cries (for probably 7 seconds) like I am pinching him. We're sooooo over that, too bad he is not. We have decided he is just finding his voice. After all, he had to listen to his roomy cry constantly in the hospital. So, he has had some lessons on how to cry. We are super lucky that a friend gave us a swing. We can get a bit more done while he swings away. I'll be glad when he can fit in a carrier. That way he can hang out with me while I do whatever it is I do. Overall, he is still a pretty good baby. I'll let you know if it still holds true on his next progress report.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

The greatest gift?

What's the greatest gift? The gift of life? The gift of love? The gift of reading? Nope, nope, and nope. Apparently, I am giving Mason the greatest gift I can give him. Breast milk. Now, I have some issues with people asking me if I am breastfeeding. Mainly, not everyone produces milk; and I would be sad if I had to repeatedly tell people that. People have a lot of interest in what milk my child is receiving. I can tell when I meet a breast milk proponent. They have a look in their eyes. One lady said "It is the best thing you can do for your child". Really, lady? The best? Out of allllllll the things I could do for my child? How about not drinking or using drugs while pregnant? That's a good gift. How about a stable home or the simple gift of love? I work with some kids, and I sure can't tell the ones who were breastfed. Yet, I certainly can tell a kid from an unstable home. I digress, for that is another blog. Back to the milk. The nurse brought a breast pump to the room the day after child birth. It's a process. You have to pump on a schedule, which was really difficult to do when I did not have a baby at home. And as the days went one, nurses would ask if I would be breast feeding. Lactation consultants would call to see if I was still going strong at home. They even tried to get me to sign a consent form for Mason to receive donor milk if I could not produce my own. (By the way I answered NO!) Pressure, so much pressure. I'm glad I can offer this "super food" to my child, but it comes at a price. It doesn't feel that pleasant. Your breast become tender at odd moments. If Mason and I are bonding too much they begin to leak. If we're not bonding they leak. You have to build your daily schedule around pumping. It ain't for the weak. Nonetheless, I am doing it. Besides, it's cheaper and allegedly helps you lose weight.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

No nipples!

Well, today is my first day of maternity leave...with my baby at home. So far, so good. I even did the night shift without too much discombobulation. Now, I am home for six weeks, so I am certain I will get more blogging in. And I am sure that there will be a milestone in those two weeks. We had our first milestone this weekend. I decided to take Mason to see my grandma. His first trip out of the house that was not a visit to the doctor. I bundled him up and loaded the diaper bag. As we were riding down I-40 my brain began to function. That's when I realized that I packed 99% of the essentials. What's the 1%? Nipples. I packed bottles and no nipples. I panicked. What was I to do? Do I feed au natural? Turn around? By a cheap-o bottle? So I did what made sense... I called Pat. He was no help. He suggested a natural feed, I was not interested. Luckily, Babies R Us was the next exit. So, Mason got to take his first trip to a public place. Of course I was paranoid to take a newby to a place as such. After finding the most convenient, yet cramped parking space we went in. I decided to keep my car seat cover on, and not contaminate my boy. Of all the days I have gone into this store, this was the most crowded I had ever seen it. And everyone in there was in the bottle section. I kid you not. Next lesson, bottles are more expensive than I'd anticipated. After spending twice as long as desired, I bought a bottle, squeezed Mason back into car, and headed to Grandma's. Whew. Lesson of the day? Check, double check, and triple check that diaper bad. 'Cause stoppin ain't worth the headache.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz 2.0

Let me preface this post by apologizing for any typos. However, I HAVE to dedicate another post to sleep. I'm sleepy right now, but I wanna be the old Jan who stays up late 'cause she knows school has been canceled tomorrow. Yet new Jan is questioning every keystroke I make and wondering why I've opted to blog instead of hit the sheets. As my fellow followers know, I took the night shift this weekend. How did it go? Put it this way, I have never been so ready for the work week to start. I knew that having the work week begin meant that Pat would be back on the night shift and I would be in dreamland. I love my son (we all know that a "but" comes with this sweet sentiment ), but I don't like waking up to feed him. I can handle the 12am, I can tolerate the 3am, but that 6am is a doozy! As soon as you get settled in from the 3am, BAM! time to wake up and do it again. Not to mention the diaper changes. And Mason is a crier when he needs his diaper changed. I have been trying to figure out how to lace my milk with sleep aid so he can sleep through the night. JOKE! Please don't report me. Meanwhile, I'm yearning for just a moment extra of sleep and he's gettin 16 hours of the precious stuff. In addition, Mason is a party animal from the hours of 9pm-6am. So, if I don't return an email, or stop texting you mid conversation, or have a mumbo jumbo conversation with you on the phone, please forgive me. I'm just a little sleepy.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Let me begin by saying that I have tried three times to write this entry, but I'm sure you can guess why I was unable. Yep, Mason...directly or indirectly. I had the cutest set up for a New Year's entry, but he wanted attention. They are sooooo demanding. Anyhow, what's the newest haps on parenthood? One word: sleep. I have always loved sleep! Now, I love it even more. After all, you always want what you can't have. I have not been deprived to the point where I wanna cry. This is mainly because Pat has been a trooper. He does the night feedings so I can sleep. But  even when I am in bed, I still hear him and wake up. This makes for the most absurd dreams because my sleep is put on pause. (I had a dream my sister was contemplating Rupaul as a nanny and I also dreamed Pat was working for Santa Claus). I have even tried to figure out a way to pump and sleep. I'm open to suggestions. Mason ain't hurting for sleep, however. And if anyone can tell me how to "Sleep when the baby sleeps." tell me. 'Cause I can't figure out how to do that and get laundry done and bottles cleaned. Wait...Mason's sleep...why am I bloggin? Nitey nite.