Saturday, October 27, 2007

time flies...

It's amazing how much he's changed in the past couple of weeks! He is now 8 weeks, 2 days old... he weighs 12 lbs 14 oz and is 24 inches long! He smiles all the time now. He had colic pretty badly from about 2 weeks until about 6-7 weeks... now he has it for about 30 minutes to an hour an evening and that's it! He's pretty happy other than that short time. He has gotten into batting at his toys and splashing his feet in the bath! He definitely recognizes his mommy... when other people hold him, he already starts looking around for me! And if he can see me, he fixates on me for a while, then fusses til they hand him back to me. (Spoiled much?) His doctor said that's uncommon in infants his age, and that it shows up usually at about 9 months... so I have an advanced momma's boy! I'm not complaining though.. I'm enjoying every second of being the center of his universe before he gets big enough to get interested in boy stuff and becomes a daddy's boy. By the way, he LOVES his babysitter, and she loves him! It has really helped to put my mind at ease.

It's time for me to go on some sort of diet. The tummy was something to be proud of just a couple of months ago, but no longer.

A little over a year ago, I wrote about a certain individual who seemed to always be trying to hurt me with their words and actions. That was around the time of my miscarriage of my first baby. Guess what? They're pretty much still at it. And there's no way to make it stop because it's so unpredictable! If you know me, you know that I am a "settle the waters" type of person. If there's conflict, I want it resolved so things can get back to normal, and I'm notorious for "forgetting" the bad things people do (although I never do forget, but I can pretend to so that things will feel comfortable for everybody). Every time I'm around this person it's a different thing... one time we'll be just fine with each other, happy and laughing... the next time it's the total opposite... they're saying mean things and criticizing not only me, but my parenting and things beyond my control at this point, like my flabby tummy. (I guess I'm supposed to be magic and turn into some washboard abs type person within 8 weeks of having a c-section and losing 36 lbs.) Why would someone even point out someone else's shortcomings?? My mother taught us that it is rude and disrespectful to point things out that would hurt someone else's feelings.

I've resolved to stop going anywhere near this person at all... which will cause nothing but drama in itself, but it'll keep me from having to deal with them. Unless you have a better suggestion out there....

I'm just tired of it. I want to be happy in every aspect of my life. Right now, I'm only happy in one... the fact that I'm a mommy to a beautiful little boy.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

adorableness


So... the king of chunky monkies (my baby) will be 6 weeks old tomorrow. I have to go back to work tomorrow. I hate that. A LOT.

He's grown so much in 6 weeks, it's crazy. I'm still amazed that I've been able to keep another human being alive for 6 weeks.... it's harder than you can imagine. He now weighs 11 lbs 6 oz... well, that was last week, he might weigh more now! He enjoys his eating, that's for sure!

He broke out with a horrible case of eczema all over his face, and it has since spread to his chest, arms, and legs... but it isn't as bad on his chest, arms, and legs as it was on his poor little face. We took him to the doctor, and he said he was reacting to something he's allergic to, but we just don't know what. He figured it was lactose-based formula (I was supplementing breast milk with formula... now he's only on formula. Another story ENTIRELY.) so he banned him from lactose-based and put him on soy-based... (hello expensive.) But he also thought that he's probably allergic to cigarette smoke. The husband's parents smoke. So he's been banned from being around cigarette smoke for now... and hopefully his grandparents will start visiting us at our house so that he can still see them (because, duh, they're his grandparents) but he doesn't have to be exposed to something that could be causing him to have an allergic reaction. His face is almost cleared completely up now, though, so one of the two was probably the culprit.

Milestones he's hit already: He got totally pissed off at me for lying him down on the floor on a blanket while I went to his dresser to find him more clothes, so to show me a thing or two, he rolled over from his back to his tummy! He's only done it that one time, but it kinda scared me! He also smiles now, even when he's not gassy or sleepy. Suuuuuch a cute smile. Observe.






















And here's more cuteness, just for the heck of it.