We’re in! *bliss*
We’ve moved in and are now surrounded by boxes and boxes of stuff. I anticipate I will be making many trips to the dumpster. It is unfortunate that this building does not participate in the city’s recycling program. Oh well.
I feel like a grown up again! *rapture*
The tv guy is coming this afternoon to hook up our tv. We’re going with tv through the phone company’s satellite dish on our building instead of the cable company so that will be interesting. I also have to set up the modem so that I can get my laptop and ipod touch online again.
So much to do today, I even had to wake the kid up before my boob exploded this morning. While I was smart enough to pack my breast pump in an accessible place, I have no idea where my dish washing stuff is so even if I pumped I can’t wash anything *silly*
Anyways, time to get the unpacking show started!
*asside* the kid is fascinated with the bedroom window this morning. It occurs to me that grandma didn’t have any windows that were accessible to him for looking out into the world. Welcome to the real world kid!
“Look honey! Traffic! 
*joy*
Tonight is our last night at my mom’s place and I’ve had a lot of different feelings running around my brain all day. Excited that we’re moving, tired because I’ve been packing for days, nostalgia cause this is the last night that I’ll be spending in this house, relief that we made it 2 years.
I’m glad and sad that our time here is over, and I’m excited that a new phase of my life is about to begin.
Oops! Gotta go. The kid’s soother fell out.
Holy crap we’re moving tomorrow!
One thing is for damn sure, as much as I love living in new places, I sure as he’ll hate packing, moving, and unpacking.
That said, we move in one week and I finally started packing yesterday. Our movies and games are all packed up. Today I’m working on the books. Tomorrow, the bedroom closet. Then the office, And in the last few days, I’m jamming everything else in boxes at the last possible moment including the kitchen, bathroom and the baby stuff. Thankfully the bulk of our belongings are in storage so this move will be easier than most.
Today I also have to get in touch with the building manager to book the elevator at out new place. The movers are booked but I need to confirm the elevator so that I can confirm the movers.
The Preshus is doing well. He’s all about the solid foods these days. I started him off on half a jar of baby food (fruits or veggies) or 2 tablespoons of rice cereal mixed with breastmilk once a day, and now we’re up to two meals a day, one of 5 tablespoons of ceareal mixed with breastmilk or water depending on what the cereal requires, and one full jar of babyfood. And best news of all, he appears to like everything we give him and so far there’s no sign of allergies. Actually, better than that, the solids are helping him sleep through the night on a regular basis. He falls asleep on his own around 10, 10:30 and sleeps until around 7 when he is hungry again. Sometimes he’ll wake in the night, but I’ll just give him his pacifier and he’ll go back to sleep. It’s really wonderful.
Foods we’ve tried;
• apples
• apricots
• bananas
• peas
• carrots
• sweet potato
• pears
• rice cereal
• mixed wheat cereal
• peaches
• honeydew melon in his mesh feeder
The things I have learned today are:
1) carrots come out pretty much the same colour as they go in. And I suspect that today’s peas will do the same.
2) a baby’s sphincter is locked up tighter than a bowling ball and anything thicker than breast milk poop is gonna hurt coming out.*
3) pooping. Gets easier with time and practice.*
*according to Dr. Google 
Weight = Just shy of 15lbs
Length (Height? When is he officially tall as opposed to long?) = Will have to update this later when I’ve had a chance to dig up the measuring tape (eta. 27 inches as of mid January)
As per usual, all has been declared well and good with the Preshus. Dr. says he continues to grow well, and in fact, she said that he is the same length and has the same head circumference as a majority of the other babies she sees when they reach 6 months. Weird, but cool!
Anyhoo, she has officially given us the green light to start him on solid foods, starting with rice cereal, then veggies, then fruits, up to 2 – 3 times per day, leaving at least 2 or 3 days between each new item just in case of allergies. I have oped to stick with once per day for the time being since his track record of pooping regularly is …. well…. irregular. As it is he has poopedtwice since we started him on solids on December 21st, the first time was about 5 days in, the second time today. Today was a bit of a hairy situation, lots of straining and crying. He pooped two small pebbles at which point hubby suggested we give him a warm bath to help loosen things up a bit. It worked and the Preshus pooped in his bath, but there was much screaming to be had, presumably because the poops were harder (thicker? like peanut butter as opposed to his regular runny breastfed poops) than what he is accustomed to pushing out. He was less than impressed, but very happy when all was said and done. Ok then. That’s enough about poops. She also told us not to feed him egg whites or honey until 1 year, and no cow’s milk until 9 months.
He also had his 9 month shots. He handled them well, he cried but wasn’t overly upset about it. And unlike his 4 month shots when he was feverish and cranky for almost 2 full days, this time he was perfectly fine. I am so proud of him! As for the flu shot, regular and H1N1, I don’t think I’ll make him get them this year. This flu season seems to be rather tame compared to years past and I’m not too concerned at the moment about him catching anything.
And in other news, I got a Magic Bullet for Christmas (yay!) which means that after we move and I unpack it I’ll be able to make him homemade baby food (yes, I think I’m one of those moms).
In the empty livingroom of our new appartment!
Going to give the house a final cleanup before my mom comes home from her 2 week cruise on Monday. I want to enjoy these last final days before the crazy returns. That said we’re moving in 3 weeks to a fantastic new condo (we’re renting it). Tell you all about it soon. Also, Mr. Cutieface’s 6 month post coming up soon! But first, must clean up the kitchen and get something to eat.
Today marks my son’s 6 month birthday. And before I write the post telling you about how awesome and wonderful he is, I’m going to write a post about how awesome I’m not feeling these days.
I’m not sure if you can call it depression, but it certainly is some form of the baby blues. Or, more to the point, the “I’ve-been-home-for-the-better-part-of-6-months-and-I’m-starting-to-wonder-if-i’ll-ever-have-a-life-again” blues.
Yes I’m loving getting to spend a year at home with my son, I love every part of it. I just miss my old life sometimes. I miss going to work and being around people and talking to people and being able to get up and go at any time and being able to have a glass of wine without having to prepare for it 6 frigging hours in advance.
Most of all I miss my husband.
Yes I see him every day, but I miss him all the same. I promised him that I wouldn’t write about him here, but the fact is that he’s a really big part of my life. More so now that he’s he only other adult I see most days. And I miss him. He spends his days and evenings doing the same old things he did before the baby came and while he does spend some time with our son, he doesn’t seem to want to spend much quality time with me, doing things I want to do. No I don’t want to watch the new Trailer Park Boys movie (shocker), can we watch a chick flick or something science fictioney instead? No? Ok then. You watch your thing and I’ll watch my thing and I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Even just getting him to take care of our son while I get some housework done or go grocery shopping is a battle.
He spends most of his free time on his computer or texting with his friends. He even reconnected with an old high school friend of his and I can’t help but feel jealous of their friendship. It’s like he has a new best friend and I’m just the chick at home who keeps house for him. And while I can appreciate that she (yes, it’s a she) is going through some tough times and needs a friend right now, she is using my husband for a shoulder to cry on, meanwhile I have no one to turn to in my time of need. Whose shoulder do I cry on?
As is typical of every new mom I do my best to always put on a good face for everyone. They ask me how I’m doing and I tell them that everyhing is great. I’m not allowed to complain or be sad. I don’t want people to think I’m ungrateful. I am grateful. I’m also sad and lonely.
And before you tell me to go to more mommy and me-type classes and things, a) those things cost money and we can’t afford that, and 2) I don’t think it’s right to go out with strangers under the guise of making mom friends when what I really need is a shoulder of my own to cry on.
Yes, I’ve been feeling sorry for myself, but the fact is that I’m losing myself here, and I miss me. And I think I might need some help. And I don’t know how to fix me.
I didn’t write a thanksgiving post this year so I’m writing it now.
This year I’m thankful that I’ve made it through another decade relatively unscathed. This decade I’ve been a single person, a girlfriend, a fiance, a wife and now I’m thankful that I can add mother to that awesome list.
I’m thankful that I have an amazing family. I’m thankful that I know myself better than I ever have before. And I’m thankful that even though my life is far different than what I thought it would be, I will start this decade on the right path with no regrets.
I’m hopeful that everyone who reads this blog can say the same for themselves.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
So I was going to write this whole post about how we were preparing to start Mr. Cutieface on solid food this week and all about the Great Poop Watch of ‘09*, but instead this post will be about how I seriously suck at using the microwave sterilizer.
We were given some gently used baby spoons as a gift so I thought it would be a good idea to sterilize them. Yeah, apparently Ikea must put metal or something inside the plastic handle because I’m sure I almost blew up the microwave.
Yup, that’s a crack in the spoon. Had to throw it out.
And that black mark in the bottom of the sterilizer? That happened when I accidentally left a nipple scrub brush in there a few months back. Yeah, I’m a menace alright.
*as a parent, the condition and frequency of your kids poop is a twisted but necessary past time. I didn’t want him to start solids until he had had a good poop, and this was one of the few times that there had been about a week and a half between poops. Normally the poops come about every 2 or 3 days, but this time there was no poop, so at every fart and grunt we hoped for poop and got none until the explosion heard from the next room last week Friday.
Traditions at the holidays can be a very simple or a very complicated thing, depending on your perspective.
On the one hand I’ve been thinking a lot over the past few months about the kinds of things I will teach my son in his lifetime. Or more to the point, the things the hubby and I will CHOOSE to teach him and how we will go about explaining things to him. Or do we have to explain anything to him? Do we just answer his questions? Give him perspective? I remember when I was a kid I understood a lot of what was going on around me, in spite of what the adults told me. At the same time I’m sure I was sheltered from a lot of things. This whole parenting thing is going to be tough.
Anyways, my point here is that with the holidays upon us it’s time to solidify some of the traditions that will shape him. Actually who am I kidding, the traditions are already in place, and as this is the Preshus’ first Christmas, I’m totally sure there will be many more new traditions that my family will start and continue over the years.
This year I bought our first family ornament. It says “Proud New Parents” and has two parent snowmen carrying a little baby snowman with out names on them. So cute. Not your traditional ‘baby’s first ornament’, but so cute I couldn’t pass it up. I also bought him a “Baby’s First Stocking” stocking that has a place for me to put his picture in it. So cute! It also means that I’ll get to buy him another new stocking next year (yay!).
Since my mother is travelling over the holidays (yes, grandma is missing baby’s first Christmas, typical) it will be just us and my 2 younger sisters this year. We’ll open presents and eat turkey. I am SO looking forward to it. And the pictures! Oh I will be taking so many pictures! We’re also going to spend time with hubby’s family. It’s going to be great!
I love the holidays!
My shmoopy is 5 and a half months old now and he’s so wonderful.
He discovered a new sound a few days ago. Catch him at a good moment and he’ll say Babababababa until you both desolve into giggles.
He’s also starting to sit up on his own more reliably now. Falling backwards is still a bit of an issue but for the most part he can sit up on his own. Only a few bonks to the head when we haven’t been fast enough to catch him before he tips completely over, but no harm done.
It is snowing for the first time this winter and for the first time ever I don’t have to drive to work on the first snow day of the year. Yay!
And in totally unrelated blogging news, I have noticed that this blog didn’t turn into the mommy blog I thought it would when I first started this whole adventure. I’m happy to note that this blog is still all about me (geez, self-centered much?). What I’m trying to say is that although my life pretty much centers around my little precious bundle of drool (well, he’s actually outright just spitting on the regular now), this blog is still the place where I come to unload my thoughts and try to make sense of things. Go me!
But never fear, I’ll still be posting about my preshus, because damit, he’s just so awesome!
Weight = 14lbs
Length = 26 inches
Attitude = goofy 
Next month we have shots to look forward too, as well as the H1N1 shot a few weeks later in January.
What’s new:
- Learning how to sit. He still tips over, but he’s getting stronger every day
- Tummy time turning into rolling over time. He’s getting pretty good at going from front to back. Back to front is less predictable.
- Laughing and smiling on cue! Has made for 2 really good photos with Santa (Yes, we’ve gone to two different mall Santa’s!)
- Eating his socks and feet. We go through at least 2 pairs of socks a day if we’re not quick enough getting them back on his feet after he’s pulled them off and crammed them in his mouth.
- His new nickname = Hums while he eats.
- Favourite Toy = Sophie the Giraffe
- Favourite Pastime = blowing raspberries. Big wet ones!
- He chatters all the time, learning to make new and louder sounds
- Loves to grab at his toys and fling them around.
- Can get both feet up into his mouth from a laying down or sitting position (so cute)
- Delights his parents each and every day!
