Unfortunately, I wake up every morning with the front of my nightgown soaked in milk and yet still feel like my boobs are going to explode.
Yea! My son is sleeping through the night.
November 12, 2009 at 10:14 pm (Babies, Breastfeeding, Sleep)
Proud legacy
November 10, 2009 at 1:19 am (Babies, Etiquette, Gas, television)
Today, my three and a half month old son laughed when he passed gas and almost rolled over for the first time while trying to get a better view of the TV. Oh, yes, he is definitely my son.
Later tonight, he did roll over for the first time (front to back), but luckily, the television was not involved.
I am so tired of …
November 9, 2009 at 12:23 pm (Animals, Cats, Shoes)
tripping over cats and shoes. At least I don’t feel guilty when I trip over the shoes, though. No one cares when they inadvertently kick shoes, even if it is the shoes’ fault, since they have a better view of everything and could ostensibly avoid my feet.
Strange phenomenon
November 9, 2009 at 12:21 pm (Animals, Babies, Cats, Music, Singing)
That I went around the house singing “Rawr” for a good thirty seconds this morning for no particular reason. It wasn’t entertaining the baby or the cats. I just felt like it.
“Is that hair gel?”
November 8, 2009 at 11:54 pm (Babies, Food, Motherhood, hairstyling)
I found one of Max’s boogers in my hair today. It was my first sighting of any kind of baby detritus in my hair and I was weirdly grossed out by it, considering that I have been pooped on.
Luckily, I found it before we went to dinner at our friends’ house. That could have been a real appetite killer. Well, maybe not, considering that we are all parents of young children.
Actual quote from this morning
November 7, 2009 at 11:06 pm (Animals, Cats, Coffee, Fort)
“Fort, get your butt out of Mommy’s coffee. FORT. BUTT. OUT. OF. THE. COFFEE!!!”
(I actually meant to say “butt AWAY from the coffee,” but in this case, Mommy brain speak made the line funnier.)
Way more than nine lives
November 3, 2009 at 11:49 pm (Animals, Cats, Food, skin care)
My cat Fort was a dumpster diver in his previous life. That’s the only way to account for his survival. He must have been a fair hunter, too. He survived fights with wild animals, rain, and freezing temperatures, not to mention another “owner” (I use that term very loosely.) who booted him out before we took him in. That explains why he attacks our food whenever our backs are turned. Doesn’t matter what it is. He ate my chocolate ice cream when I had my wisdom teeth out with as much enthusiasm as he licked my Lean Cuisine tray clean yesterday. However, none of that explains his fascination with beauty products. He eats soap, chases me around trying to rub against, bite, and lick my legs when I apply lotion, and he cornered me on the bed when I was applying aromatherapy oil the other night. You’d think he’d have more common sense after surviving on the streets alone, right? How did he survive when he thinks it’s okay to eat soap??
Baby vigilante or tit for tat
November 2, 2009 at 10:45 pm (Babies, Fathers, Husbands)
One night last week, my husband was walking around with Max, trying to put him to bed. Suddenly, I hear a cry from said husband, whether of pain or alarm or both, I’m not sure. Since I am a new mom and half asleep, I immediately overreact saying, “What? What???”, sure that the baby has launched himself backwards out of his father’s arms and landed on the floor. I look up to see my husband’s grimacing face and my son’s tiny fist, the nails of which were overdue for a trim, clenched firmly around his father’s nipple. My poor husband probably has some idea now of what it is like to breast-feed at the beginning. Not only that, but it was my son’s first attempt at a “purple nurple.” (Not sure about the spelling of that.) My brothers would be so proud.
Is it weird
October 29, 2009 at 10:03 pm (Clothes, hairstyling)
that I find it oddly soothing to pick loose hair off of my clothes?
Gimme some of that hair
October 26, 2009 at 8:20 pm (Babies, Motherhood, hairstyling)
My son Max is three months old today. (Yea! We survived the first three months.) He has become fascinated with his hands, constantly attempting to shove them both in his mouth. When they are not in his mouth, he uses them to grab my hair. Of course, he has started this phase right when my hair has started the postpartum “falling out at the slightest provocation” phase. (Seriously, my comb is so furry when I comb my hair after a shower that I almost think it’s a fourth cat.) So now, in addition to the lint he usually accumulates in the palm of his hands somehow, they are also covered with drool and usually clutching a strand or two (or more) of my hair. Pretty picture, right? Actually, yes. It’s the most beautiful picture in the world. (Although I do try not to sniff his hands too closely at times.)
