Monday, December 31, 2012

fifth month

Buns!  Five months!  December was a big one.  Your first Christmas!  So fun even though you didn't really know what was going on.  People loved visiting with you and you were so good.  Smiles all around.  You met Santa and were so chill.  You just chewed on your hands, as if you meet celebrities everyday.  You also got to stay in a hotel for the first time.  No wild parties from you.  Your sister was another story... 

So eating.  Sigh.  I don't know, kid.  It seems to me like you're starting to wean yourself.  And I think I realized that the day after the hospital called and I renewed the lease on the pump for another 2 months.  Oh, well.  We'll see how it goes.  You're probably 50/50 on formula and breastmilk now.  I'm glad that you easily take bottles and that you haven't seemed to have digestive issues with the formula.  Just troublesome gas sometimes but that's the name of the game with babies, it seems.  In a matter of weeks we'll be starting solids.  I can't believe it's that time already.

Sleeping.  Sigh.  No exciting changes here.  Still no sleeping through the night (or even close).  Any progress we made at the beginning of last month has gone out the window.  Mama is going to lay down the law when we get back from vacation.  I think it will also be easier to get you to sleep through the night once we're done breastfeeding.  Hopefully.  Please, tiny baby Jesus.  You remain very snuggly, though.  And I love that.  I'm trying to appreciate it even when I can't put you down for a nap without you waking up 5 minutes later.  I read somewhere that snuggling and hugs has shown to increase intelligence.  You, my love, are going to be a genius. 

Which leaves us with poop.  Again, no real changes here.  You have had an increase in diaper fails, though.  One day you had 3 wardrobe changes.  You're quite the diva.  Divo?

Everyone has been a little healthier in December but we all seem to have a lingering cough or sniffles.  Your sister was sick over the weekend so I expect you to be again, too.  Although, it's hard to tell where the illness is starting these days...

No doctor's appointment so no vitals until next month.  In other appearance news, I think you've lost some of your hair.  But you do still have a lot in the mullet area. kids.  And I think your eyes have gotten lighter.  They're now a little more pale than Mama's and sister's.  They're so bright and fun when you smile.

You're still happy and give the best smiles.  You've laughed more this month which is awesome.  Mostly for me.  I'm a good tickler.  You started blowing raspberries!  You love, love, love bath time.  I think last night you kicked even more than your sister used to--and that's A LOT.  And you and your sister are pals--as much as you can be at this age.  Well, except for when you pull her hair.  She is able to say your full name now but rarely uses it.  I'll be sad to see her nickname go.  You also drool.  A lot.  You need to wear bibs sometimes.  And you play with toys now--that blue bird on your carseat, soft toys while on the floor, and mostly rubber duckies while sitting in the high chair.  Oh, yeah.  We've started using the high chair this month.  Mama was inspired to put you in it.  You're much happier there than on the floor.  You still love looking at people and this let's you be a part of the action.  We recently started putting you in the exersaucer, too.  You like it for brief periods.  You, too, gave that little bear a stern talking to.  I'm not sure what he did to both you and your sister at this age.  Perhaps he's just mean.

When I think back (who am I kidding, I also have to read things to remember) to your sister at this age, it seems like she was maturing faster than you.  But, really, y'all have been pretty much on the same schedule with the exception of sleep.  Because you want to be held so much, though, you may end up being behind on some of your physical milestones.  We're going to have to keep making an effort not to let that happen. 

January should be interesting!  A new year, hopefully new sleep schedule, perhaps new feeding routine, solids, vacation, some scheduled work on the house, my first work travel, work travel for Daddy, your sister's 2nd birthday.  You know how we like to do things big around here.  Why have just one change at a time?  Mama's nugget of wisdom this month is that sometimes change is hard.  Duh. That's pretty apparent in life.  I'm talking about for the big things, though, like taking on a new role.  Wife.  Husband.  Mother.  Father.  Mother of 2.  Sheesh.  Your life just changes.  Normal changes.  It takes some getting used to.  When I bought my first house (the house you almost got to come home to), I was single.  No Daddy, no sister, no you.  No Maggie even.  And, boy, could I get a lot done.  I whipped that place into shape in no time.  Not so this time around.  I was able to get one smallish project done this weekend.  Over the ENTIRE weekend.  I could work a bit here and there.  I'd have to wait on one part because it was loud and you kids (ok, your sister) were napping.  I got about 10 minutes while Daddy took your sister and Maggie for a walk and viola!  I was done.  Almost.  I finished up after everyone left the house this morning.  Again, my point is that you may be frustrated sometimes but it's just because you haven't learned to accept that this?  This craziness?  It's your new life.  And I'm betting one day you'll long for it.

Thursday, December 06, 2012

neither hilly nor on an island

So we've been living here, oh, almost six months.  Nary a post about this new house.  Can I even still call it new?  It's not new but it was new to us.  Can I stick with the newlywed 1-year rule?  Yes?  Ok.  Here's our new house.  Let me warn you that the pictures are tiny.  I was very pregnant when I was saving these off the online listing and didn't do a great job.  Bygones.

Yeah, this house is obviously a little different from the last one.  Bigger, less character.  But it's also newer and is in a great neighborhood.  Don't get me wrong--I loved the old place.  But while the neighborhood had good points it also had some sketchy ones.  This one is lovely and wooded (although our lot isn't so much).  It's conveniently located right between my family and my in-laws.  It shaves about 5 minutes off Hubby's commute.  Ooh, ahh.  And we switched to a different daycare where Chicken is thriving.  Good all around.  I do want to rip out almost all of the landscaping, though, and start over.

You walk in to the two-story foyer.  Beige walls, beige trim.  Beige, beige, beige.  Blah.  Old tile.  Dying to replace the tile but will have to be sure of the choice because there's a lot of it.  Ginormous light fixture that isn't really our taste.  Tiny Harry Potter room under the stairs as well as a hall closet.  Awesome.

To the right is my office.  Beige.  The old owners put in this new hardwood flooring after they moved out.  So it was nice when we moved in.  Any damage was our doing.  I like that I get to look out on the front yard again (like at the last house).  Would love a wall of built-ins on that far wall.

To the left of the foyer is the dining room.  Beige.  Even bigger light fixture.  Sigh...  Sometimes I wish people wouldn't even try to upgrade things when trying to sell the house.  I won't feel bad about replacing the light fixtures (hello, Craigslist) but I can't bring myself to rip out brand new counter tops, for example.

Through that doorway in the dining room is actually a little half bath on the left and then a mud room/laundry room.  I don't have pictures uploaded of those so you'll just have to take my word for it.  The mudroom was a big selling point for me.  Anyway, then there's a big ol' pantry.  I realized I never have had an actual pantry before.  Ever.  In 35 years.  Just some cabinets that served that purpose.  First world problem. 

And the real selling point.  The kitchen.  Oh my, it's huge and wonderful.  Giant island.  Sideboard/desk area.  Breakfast table area.  Hey, more beige!  Another giant light fixture!  Medium oak-colored cabinets (hint, they aren't anymore).  So yeah, more work here but good bones.  The same thing can be said for every room in the house as well as the house as a whole.

Those French doors lead out to the covered patio and backyard.  The backyard is basically a blank slate and isn't as big as the pictures make it look but it is a good size.  Smaller than the last house which I'm happy about.

Just beyond the breakfast area is the living room.  Great wall of windows, fireplace, wood floors.  Did I mention the windows?  I love them.  This house is so much more open and has so much more light.  Love.

So where the camera was in the above shot was basically my office.  You've made the full downstairs circle.  Then we go upstairs.  There are three bedrooms (2 for babies, one multi-purpose) that basically looked like this when we moved in:

And a bath for the kids to share.  It's the only room with wallpaper.  Yea!  Please note that, again, everything is beige.  Oh, but the carpet was also replaced after the previously owners moved out so that's nice.

And, finally, our master bedroom and bath.  Great wood floors again.  Nice ceiling height.  Love the windows.  When we moved in there were no window coverings so it felt like we were sleeping in a tree house.  Swoon.  And the bathroom is giant as well.  Totally bigger than it needs to be.  We each have a closet in there and there's a potty room.  I want to gut it but not anytime soon.


So there you have it.  It has a great floor plan that's really nice for living and entertaining.  Good bones.  It will be up to me to add character.  You've already seen the nursery.  I'll have to post Chicken's room, too, since that's the only other one that is mostly finished (just need to hang shelves and valance).  Kitchen is in progress and I can't wait to show you that.  Heck, I can't wait to be finished with it.  That's the low down.  You're welcome to visit but expect it to be much messier. 

Saturday, December 01, 2012

fourth month

Buns, Buns, Buns.  A third of a year.  Gone already.

I think the main theme of November was illness.  Funny, when I typed that the first time I wrote "Illness" with a capital I.  Indeed.  Your sister actually started getting sick a few days before Halloween and at least 2 of us have been sick ever since.  It has been awful.  We've been to the doctor a lot.  Today your sister is doing ok, Daddy is the worst off, and you and I have some lingering stuff going on.  You have your allegedly well-baby 4-month visit on Monday.

Speaking of, I'll have to update this then with accurate height and weight.  You are definitely longer, though.  And I already know you weigh more than your sister did at this point.  But you do seem to be thinning out a little bit already.  Your cheeks are thinner but that's not saying much.  They were pretty chubby right off the bat.  UPDATE:  Actually, you're about the same weight as your sister was as you lost a little weight since 2 weeks ago.  The doctor thinks this is because you've been sick.  Lord knows you've been eating well.  So we'll just see.  You have, however, grown quite a bit.  You're 14 lb 11.3 oz (45th %) and 25.25" long (65th %).  So instead of short and stout you are now long and lean.  Go figure.

Sleeping has been hit and miss this month.  Mama had done a good job sleep training you and got you down to one brief waking and one feeding.  But since you got sick after that it all went out the window.  Add to that your 4-month growth spurt and your desire to eat every 2 hours...  Last night was rough.  You were up every 1-1.5 hours.  Mama was exhausted.  And then ran a 5k, with a PR.  No biggie.

Anyway, eating.  You still are taking formula at daycare but are getting breastmilk the rest of the time.  We're about to get to the losing battle point and you'll have to take some formula at the grandparents' as well.  We're doing the best we can, though.

So sleeping, eating.  Next comes pooping?  Really there isn't much exciting to report there.  That's how we like it.

You are generally a happy baby although you've been crankier this month because you haven't felt 100%.  We've mostly had colds but you and your sister also got ear infections.  And Mama got a sinus infection.  You're mostly happy for me, though, and still give great smiles.  You squeal with delight, too, but never laughed more than a "huh huh" until tonight.  Of course everyone else was in bed but I got you to laugh a few times.  I can't wait until you're doing that more often.

As far as milestones.  You are able to roll over from front to back.  Still nothing more than a 3/4 roll in the other direction.  Your head/neck control is better but still not perfect.  You sit in the Bumbo sometimes but are mostly schlumpy.  You've also really started grasping things.  You hold on to toys.  Last night you were lying on your play mat and your hand hit this soft little book your sister had given you to play with.  And you turned your head to see what you had hit--it was neat to see your brain working in that way.  And you finally found your feet!  The first time I noticed was yesterday while I was taking your monthly pictures.

We celebrated Thanksgiving this month by having your aunt and grandparents over to our house.  Everything went well.  We ate at our new table (that hopefully you or your sister will inherit one day).  It was one year ago that I found out I was pregnant with you.  And then got the worst stomach flu ever.  Unrelated.  Anyway, this year was much more pleasant than that.

We've done a few other fun things this month but you've been too little to really enjoy them.  I can't wait until you and your sister can really play together.  She still likes you but has taken to occasionally abusing you.  I guess that will last the rest of your life.

You love looking at faces, your paci, sucking on your hands, eating, clean diapers, being held, being walked around and shushed when angry, and me.  The feeling is mutual, little buddy.  Happy 4 months, M.  I'm very much looking forward to December and celebrating the holidays with y'all.

Monday, November 05, 2012

life list: mud run (aka gettin' gritty)

We've all been sick.  I mean, all of us.  First the Chicken, then Hubby, and me, and finally Buns.  I think everyone has turned the corner.  Even me, who seemed to have turned away from the corner after Saturday...  Goodness.  There's nothing sadder than a hoarse infant.  And probably not much that's more exhausting than everyone being sick at once--especially if you're the breastfeeding mom.  Sheesh. 

Anyway, just a quick little post here to say that this didn't stop me from participating in the Gritty Goddess mud run on Saturday with lots of my favorite ladies.  It's a 5k obstacle course for women only.  Nearly all of us were mud run virgins so doing a girls' race seemed to be a good intro.  We had planned this for about 2 months.  I harassed people into doing it.  We came up with a team name (Bast's Bodacious Babes, based on our wave's name) and then designed and made t-shirts.  So, yeah, even though there were at least 2 illnesses and an injury amongst us, we were doing this thang.  And I'm so glad we did. 

If you know me, you know I'm not athletic.  (If you really know me, you'd know that the next sentence should be "Like, at all.")  And I'm not so big on doing scary things or things out of my comfort zone.  But this ended up being really fun.  We didn't skip any obstacles.  And we all lived to tell the tale (tail?).  Har har.  Would love to have an even bigger team next year.  Thanks for having my back, ladies.

(Also, I'm totally adding this to my Life List just so I can mark it off.  What?  It's my list.  That's allowed.)

Thursday, November 01, 2012

third month

Dear Buns,

My excuse for being a day late this month is that we're all sick.  I thought you were going to escape it but last night you started coughing and had a little congestion.  It didn't make for a great Halloween.

So October.  You've gotten bigger (on the 15th you were 23.25" and 13 lb 9 oz) but it seems like you're already thinning out a tiny bit.  I think your cheeks and thighs may be slightly less chubby.  And you are more alert.  You are generally very happy and kicky and chatty when you're awake.  Until, you know, you get hungry or tired.  But I'd say you're a happy baby.  You still have the best smiles, and the day before you turned 3 months you laughed for the first time.  A real laugh, not a squeal.  You also continue to really enjoy chewing on your hands and fingers.  Haven't found those feet yet, though.  You love looking at faces, including your sister's.

We took our first group pictures with your cousin.  It was fun and eventful.  Those girls like to poke you...  We dressed you kids in A&M gear and headed to the pumpkin patch.

You started daycare this month.  We eased into it the week before I went back to work.  This was an excellent idea.  I'd recommend it to anyone who is able to do it.  You babies don't really care about the transition but this makes it easier on the mamas.  Your teacher is very nice and so far you only have boys in your room.  It's a nice daycare and it should be interesting to see you grow there.  I've already gotten 2 craft projects that you've done (with help, obviously) and there are 2 other projects that the teacher has done for you.  That's probably as much as we got with your sister the entire time she was at the other place.  Sometimes you may get the shaft as the second child (although I'm really trying to not have that happen) but you definitely got the better daycare from the beginning.

Let's see. You still eat well.  You get formula while at daycare.  Mama is still fighting the losing battle when it comes to pumping.  Even with the hospital pump.  At least that makes it slightly less frustrating even though the output isn't better.  Oh, well.  We're doing the best we can and you seem no worse for the wear except for stinkier poops. 

Sadly, still no real improvement with sleeping.  You seem to be doing fine with naps but still wake up to eat at least twice during the night.  Mama had big plans to start working that down to once but life has gotten in the way.  Once we're all well, again, look out. 

We got your paperwork submitted for you to get your first passport.  Daddy and I both took pictures of you and I printed out a cute one.  Fun little vacation shirt, cute expression.  And the woman at the library thought the passport folks would reject it.  So you have this awful one where you look like a convict instead.  Sorry, Buns.  Mama tried.

You had your first holiday this month.  Yesterday, in fact.  Since we have been sending clothes back and forth between our house and your cousins, you had about a week's worth of Halloween outfits to wear.  And then last night I dressed you as a punny gingerbread man.  Mama whipped up your costume in about 10 minutes.  You napped nearly the entire duration of the trick-or-treating so your costume was just for my entertainment.  But I was entertained.  I can't wait till next year when you're running around with your sister.  Hopefully you two can have coordinating costumes.  It may be my only chance.

Well, sweetie boy, that's about it for the month.  It's been busy, as usual, and you're growing older every day.  Last night I was thinking about how I'll never have a newborn again.  I think each of the milestones will be a little more bittersweet this time around.  But I'm enjoying it.  Enjoying being your mama.  Enjoying cuddling you while I can. 

Tuesday, October 30, 2012


I know there is absolutely no reason for you to be (given the infrequency of posts), but are you still here?  Does anyone read this besides me?  Just curious. 

Would it help if I said I was going to try to post a house photo tour soon?

How about kitchen reno progress?

And, for the first time, a prompt monthly letter to Buns tomorrow?

Anyone?  Anyone?  Surely I'm not the only one who procrastinates at work once in awhile...

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

second month

Dear Buns,

I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever get one of these written and posted on the actual day you turn another month older.  To be fair, you were born on the 31st.  You don't realize it yet but not every month has 31 days.  I didn't even think about this until last month and decided I would take your pictures on the last day of each month. In some ways that's easier and in others a little more complicated.  In other words, it's exactly like you.

During your second month you have remained a very good eater.  Yesterday you weighed 13 pounds (thirteen!) and we're 22.5" long.  I think they underestimated your length, however.  We'll see next time.  I looked back and your sister was exactly this length but weighed less than 11 pounds.  You're a big, healthy guy.  One interesting note--your pediatrician estimates that you'll be 5' 10.5" based on Mama and Daddy's heights.  That's not too bad.

In addition to being a chunky monkey, you also have a cute belly button.  It's swirly and reminds me of a cinnamon roll.

A few fun developments this month--you started smiling for real at about 4 1/2 weeks. Not just gas or in your sleep.  Actually, why do people think it's gas?  I've never had a kid who enjoys gas.  Mine scream bloody murder.  Anyway, yes, you smile for me and sometimes for Daddy.  You don't hide your smiles like your sister did.  And I love them.  You smile with your whole face.  I don't know if it's that or because you've laughed in your sleep since very early on but I think you're going to be a funny guy.  The other exciting thing is that you have found your hands.  You often suck on a finger or two or your whole fist.

This month we have started jogging again.  You and me.  You enjoy the jogging stroller most of the time.  We go in the morning after Daddy and your sister leave.  You look around at first and then you fall asleep.  Jogging is hard work.  When we go for evening walks you are sometimes cranky both in a stroller and the Baby Bjorn.  But other times you enjoy it.  I noticed earlier this week that you like to look at the trees.  My mother said the same thing about me as a baby.  That makes me happy but also makes me miss your grandmother.  I think she'd love you very much, especially your red hair.

One interesting local event this month was the space shuttle stopping through on its way to California.  It was the last time a shuttle would be here.  I loaded you up and we went to see it fly over Ellington.  Then we came home and it flew right over our house.  Very low.  Right over.  Mama's still trying to forgive herself for not having a camera.  But I think about this John Mayer song that basically mentions that sometimes it's good to just experience life instead of watching it through a camera lens.  That's the John Mayer Mama loved--not this douche (sorry, it's the best description) he's become.  I hope no one ever thinks that description fits you.  Be a good man, Buns.  I guess if you aren't, you'll blame it on that nickname...  Sorry, Mama got a little off track there.

What else?  You're sleeping about the same which means Mama is still pretty tired.  You and your sister are still getting along.  We sent out your birth announcements and people surprisingly sent some gifts and cards even though you aren't the firstborn.  It's nice to know people love you already, even people who haven't met you.

I guess I've saved the biggest event for last (even though it happened at the beginning of the month).  You had a very high fever for such a young baby and Mama had to take you to the emergency room one night.  It was very scary.  We had been to the pediatrician that morning to follow up on your jaundice, and you had been stuck with a needle 5 times already.  You have difficult veins right now it seems.  At the ER, they stuck you several more times, cathed you, took a chest x-ray, and did a lumbar puncture.  That was the scariest for me.  It was sad to see you go through all of it but no one knew what was wrong.  It could be something big or small.  Mama just sat there alone with you, bargaining with you and God and the universe.  I just wanted you to be ok.  They ended up admitting you and you got stuck 16 times in less than 24 hours by the time they were finally able to place the IV.  Mama didn't cry until about stick #14.  You were so sad each time, and I had been up for nearly 24 hours at that point.  You got antibiotics, a fever reducer, and some fluids and were good to go.  It miraculously took your jaundice away, too. Turned out it was probably just roseola.  Thank goodness.  Then Mama got it the following week.  It was miserable, and I felt even more sorry for you.

So that's about it.  Quite an eventful month.  I'm super glad you're here.  Let's try for a little more low-key next month.  Although, Mama goes back to work and you start daycare and you get baptized and lots of people will meet you for the first time so maybe it won't be low-key after all.