Saturday, March 17, 2012
Thought for the Day
As Frank heads way too quickly for my liking towards his first birthday, the conception of number 2( or is it 6?)comes to play. My RPL went undiagnosed. It might have but probably wasn't a luteal phase defect. It has been referred to by numerous doctors as " bad luck." But I don't feel like my miscarriages were bad luck. Rather I feel like Frank's birth is good luck, a miracle, the extraordinary thing. After all, I'm 1 for 5 as far as live births are concerned.
Friday, March 16, 2012
You Know Your A Mom When....
Wednesday was a beautiful day so instead of cleaning the floors or doing the laundry, I dragged Frank, a blanket, bubbles, and some toys outside. Two seconds after we settled in the front yard, I noticed some yellow liquidy stuff on the sleeve of my shirt. Sniff, sniff. Must be bird poop, I thought, because how would Frank's poop get on me? Plus it didn't smell. And Frank's poops reek. Well, it was not bird poop. Frank had had his second blow out of the day. And what had blown out got wiped up with my shirt when I carried him outside. This is where the mommy decision making came in. He was enjoying himself. I was enjoying myself and I had just juggled all the bubbles,numerous toys, a blanket and a 20 pound baby through the front door. If we went back in to clean him up we were not coming back out. And it was so so nice out. So I poured some of the bubbles on the sleeve of my shirt, and rubbed out the poop with the ground side down part of the blanket. It was so worth it.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Eight Months
I cannot believe I will be throwing a first birthday party in four months. We have already started planning and have a lot of yard work to get done before July. We are doing a Captain America theme since his birthday is so close to the Fourth of July.
Frank must have another toothe coming in. He's been whimpering in his sleep and waking up numerous times during the night again. He also needs to be rocked to sleep which only happens when he is teething or sick. Normally, we can put him in his crib and he will talk himself to sleep.
He's 21 lbs. now. He is quickly growing out of his 9 month onesies and fits in most 12 month clothes. It seems like his once extensive wardrobe shrinks everyday. I already have two large tubs of his outgrown clothes and I am about to start a third.
This kid can eat. He's hasn't rejected any fruit or veggie yet. He gets three meals a day. Breakfast and dinner are a cereal and purée. Lunchtime he gets a two ounce purée. He is doing better with crackers but sometimes his bites are too big or he takes another bite before he is done with the previous one. This is in addition to his 30-34 ounces of formula. My son loves to eat.
No crawling yet. Frank is a champion butt scooter. And any time I sit on the floor next to him, he pulls up on me.
He talks too. The cats each have their own names. Patrick is "Dat Dit" and Paisley is "Ee Ee." He waves in the baby mirror we have in the car and says,"Dada." He calls "Mama" all the time especially when he needs food or comfort. Today Joe walked into the room and he waved and said "Hi Dada."
Frank must have another toothe coming in. He's been whimpering in his sleep and waking up numerous times during the night again. He also needs to be rocked to sleep which only happens when he is teething or sick. Normally, we can put him in his crib and he will talk himself to sleep.
He's 21 lbs. now. He is quickly growing out of his 9 month onesies and fits in most 12 month clothes. It seems like his once extensive wardrobe shrinks everyday. I already have two large tubs of his outgrown clothes and I am about to start a third.
This kid can eat. He's hasn't rejected any fruit or veggie yet. He gets three meals a day. Breakfast and dinner are a cereal and purée. Lunchtime he gets a two ounce purée. He is doing better with crackers but sometimes his bites are too big or he takes another bite before he is done with the previous one. This is in addition to his 30-34 ounces of formula. My son loves to eat.
No crawling yet. Frank is a champion butt scooter. And any time I sit on the floor next to him, he pulls up on me.
He talks too. The cats each have their own names. Patrick is "Dat Dit" and Paisley is "Ee Ee." He waves in the baby mirror we have in the car and says,"Dada." He calls "Mama" all the time especially when he needs food or comfort. Today Joe walked into the room and he waved and said "Hi Dada."
Saturday, March 3, 2012
It Is All An Illusion
People come over my house and comment on how neat and organized I am. I shrug my shoulders because in my neurotic and anxiety ridden mind I am not either of those things. Now I am probably neater than most but my home certainly does not look like the ones on home decorating sites. Most days I'm totally faking it.
The bed gets made everyday. Well at least it looks like it is. It hasn't really been made since Frank was born. I I basically just pull all the covers up and make sure the untucked sheet isn't peeking out from underneath the comforter.
The laundry takes weeks to do. More than once I had to wash the clothes again because I left them damp in the washing machine and they smelled all moldy. And yes I have run the same clothes in the dryer twice because I didn't take them out the first time and they got all wrinkly. When company comes over the clean basket of laundry that has been there for days sometimes gets thrown in the closet.
My floors are clean for the most part. But please don't look under the bed or the TV console or the end tables. There is enough shredded fur from the cats and dust bunnies, I could have a whole litter of dirt kittens.
I have numerous catch-alls throughout the house. There is a basket by the door. There are nightstand draws and plastic containers in closets. All of these are tangled messes of phone chargers, sunglasses, screw drivers, and other odds and ends. My stainless steel appliances often have the finger prints wiped off them with my the shirt sleeve that got wet washing dishes.
The bed gets made everyday. Well at least it looks like it is. It hasn't really been made since Frank was born. I I basically just pull all the covers up and make sure the untucked sheet isn't peeking out from underneath the comforter.
The laundry takes weeks to do. More than once I had to wash the clothes again because I left them damp in the washing machine and they smelled all moldy. And yes I have run the same clothes in the dryer twice because I didn't take them out the first time and they got all wrinkly. When company comes over the clean basket of laundry that has been there for days sometimes gets thrown in the closet.
My floors are clean for the most part. But please don't look under the bed or the TV console or the end tables. There is enough shredded fur from the cats and dust bunnies, I could have a whole litter of dirt kittens.
I have numerous catch-alls throughout the house. There is a basket by the door. There are nightstand draws and plastic containers in closets. All of these are tangled messes of phone chargers, sunglasses, screw drivers, and other odds and ends. My stainless steel appliances often have the finger prints wiped off them with my the shirt sleeve that got wet washing dishes.
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