7 posts tagged “baby!”
well, we actually missed the day of as he had a fever for no discernable reason but i did put him in his costume the day before and here is a picture of him as a sock monkey and me as a very tired mother at 6:30 am:
he is not heiling hitler ... i don't think.
there is a lot of stuff between these two months that i've been mia - but i have a dentist appointment at 11:30, so just know that i think of posting often and do not do it.
ok! i am on day 3 and yesterday was a huge success. i ran after work. that is my success story.
i've been having crazy ass dreams lately. if i'm pregnant, just shoot me. because that's all i remember of my first trimester. you probably get really crazy dreams because you're asleep 70% of the time. amirite? i'm still sort of disturbed by the one i had last night which may lead me down rabbit trails of insanity in my brain. do not worry though, i have no access to firearms or weaponry.
tonight i am going to clean my tv area. yes. that's the trilling adventure of tonight.
here's a picture of holden. it's been too long
we've been doing a very pussy footed approach to crying it out. i put him down mostly awake and then leave and wait for him to cry and then wait 5 min (ok - 4 or 3) and then go in and try desperately not to pick him up but generally pick him up. THE GOOD NEWS is that he's been just going down the first time so our sad sack method of cry it out has been a hit.
until last night.
holden was exhausted when i picked him up from daycare. bone tired. red eyed. muttering baby curses at me while i walked him home, throwing a fit when i put him down to go to the bathroom, alternating between spewing his dinner back at me and eating it like he'd never been fed and just all in all behaving as if he was never going to forgive me for his birth. last night was definitely not our finest hour(s). so, by 7, i was ready, ney craving, his sleep. little did i know this mo fo was not going down without a fight. it began innocently enough of a little breast feeding followed by goodnight moon. he seemed ready for his crib and so with just a little rocking and ssshing, i laid him down. he immediately went to play with his musical turtle thing that hangs on the side but that's usual and so i left him to go back to read "julie & julia". the moment i closed the door the theatrics ensued. oh, the screams. however, i stood firm with myself and went to do dishes instead to drown out the cries and stayed at it for 5 min. the screams had stayed strong so i went in with the thought of a little pat pat and night night. oh no. holden was standing and leaning on the crib with his arms out. so, i bowed to his NON-TEARSTREAKED EYES and held him for another 10 min. what? he's my bean! the dude that seemed so tired not 15 min ago now seemed raring to go - so then i have this dilemma of, do i quick trying and play instead? or stay firm. i did not succumb and put him back down, where he proceeded to scream for another 5 min. go in, same thing but settles back down quicker ... repeat for an hour and a half.
AN HOUR AND A HALF.
by the time it was over, i had cried once. he had cried lots and i honestly couldn't decide if i had misread the tired signs and had just tortured my son for that period of time or he was just that tired.
looking back on last night, i'm still not sure.
this post was brought to you by my insecurity.
my friend kris of cheap healthy good had a call out to a bunch of her friends to do a blog entry on her pretty popular blog while she was on vacation. me, my friend cindee of little kitchen mouse and rachel of many things except a blog answered the call. (there will be more people as today is only thursday and kris is gone for a week) it was thrilling! i was gonna be read by other people than just mardi who i think i now write this blog for. how does that make you feel, mardi? i now feel like a stalker.
so, i wrote this entry and was very excited to think that i was writing on food! on a food blog! and woot doesn't that make me so in the blogispher! untiiiiiiil i read the comments. i am so sensitive to the fact that i am not super mom which is what my entry is basically about and the comments, just made me again rethink my heroism in the face of mothering. i want to comment back on the comment part of the awesome blog of kris, instead i shall use my own forum to ask my questions and get their expertise as i make my excuses about my life. you know, here. where i talk about my life and, in general, self absorb.
this is my question to the mothers who make their own baby food from their own dinners
1) do you have a sit down dinner every night with vegetables? i know how ridiculous that sounds! truly, but stan* & i don't have a sit down until after the bot goes down. because, he goes down at 7 and when i get home at 6 PM, i have an hour to feed him, bathe him & read him goodnight moon. maybe! we'll get to play too? maybe not. anyway, it's one hour. i don't cook during holden time.
2) what time do you get home time do you get home to your boo? how much time during the week day do you get with him/her? what's your commute like? do you really cook every night? how am i allowed to have children? because seriously, i work from 9 - 5, no biggie right? well, sure - but i also commute 45 min each way (if i'm lucky) and i'm pumping twice a day at work and i feel like i'm just barely hanging on.
ok - i really only have two questions.
my goal though, after reading the comments, is to make tiny changes. not in making baby food but maybe in time management. i am going to take the month of august and get up @ 5:30 am, an hour before the baby, and every other day, run/walk 20 min a day. the days that i don't run/walk, i'm going to clean a room. then the night time will not be spent with the guilt of not having made baby food - which i am not going to do, sorry! - but when i sit down at my couch at 8, after cooking for my husband** to read some book (oh and mardi, i'm looking for some good books to read. speaking of which, have you read julie & julia? i think it's my new favorite book. it's definitely my favorite book of the summer of 2009.) i'll feel like i'm not such a bad mother after all.
* stan! write in your blog!
** stan often makes dinner and i do other stuff ... often, i am still putting the bot down because i say he goes to bed at 7 but it's more often between 7 & 8
this has been the most exciting 6 months ever.
my son is a little over five months old. i wish that i felt old enough to be a parent. old enough, worthy enough - that kind of thing. i watch him sleep and still get tripped up with so much love - then he awakes and i think ooooh, boy - couldn't you have slept just 10 mins more so i could get my to do list done?
he's probably pretty normal for a 5 month old but to me, he's a magical being. much like a unicorn - instead of a hard pointy thing out of his head, he has pointy little finger nails that never stay cut.
milestones are as follows:
- rolling back and forth since he was 3 1/2 months ... stan and i didn't see it until last week
- can sit up with some assistance
- can stand with assistance - in fact he would rather be standing
- we recently added cereal to his diet ... each bite he takes his little face says, what are you doing, you ass? and the he begrugendly takes it. half of it goes down
- been sleeping through the night since 3 1/2 months
- eats his feet - i've tried them and i gotta say, they're really not as bad as i imagined
- he has been chatting with me / you / the wall since he was a month and this has continued
- he lights up when he sees stan or i. i've almost completely forgotten about being cut into for him
what i've learned so far from this experience is that there is way too much to learn. i still lives in a state of fear. i wait for a pair of shoes to drop since we've been so incredibly blessed and so far, no shoes. he's had a few fevers, many colds and one ear infection and through it all, he's incredibly happy. watching stan hold him and talk to him and take care of him has made my love of him grow 10 fold.
so, yeah - there's my baby update. i'll put up a couple pictures tomorrow
