Monday, November 21, 2011
Baby on a Mission
Yup. Found him in his crib last night standing up, holding on to the rails and crying. Next task: learn how to get down.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Just Give Me a Second
I can't say that I've really felt like a mom the past six months--I mean the frantic, 20 things going on at once, trying to get dinner on the table, baby's crying, kind of mom that I have a great stereotype of in my head.
I haven't felt this way, that is, until this past Wednesday...
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It's 5 o'clock, right around that time when I feed Weston his dinner. There was a staff meeting after work today, so I didn't get home until after 4, which means that I am just now getting to washing the dozens of parts from the Medela Freestyle Breastpump and the two bottles that Weston used during the day. As I wash, I'm thinking about what to make for dinner, or at least what I can scavenge from the cabinets before I actually get to making dinner.
Bingo. Macaroni and cheese with broccoli and a can of tuna. Easy, quick, and--
My cell phone rings. It's Mom. With a soapy rubber glove, I answer.
"Sure, let's Skype. Just give me a second to finish up. About 5 minutes, okay?"
This gives me enough time to finish my daily dish washing routine, get the water boiling and chop up some broccoli. Weston's getting antsy for dinner. Do I feed him first? My stomach reminds me that I need to eat something soon. Oh yeah--Skype--get the computer started.
I quickly chop up broccoli, and add it to the noodles in the pot, all while briefly entertaining thoughts about what would happen if I chopped my finger off because Nate's at work with the car, so I don't have a way to get to the hospital, let alone where the closest hospital is--
Weston lets out a squawk from the other room, yet again reminding me that I need to get his dinner warmed up.
I run in to check on him and the computer's up, so I open up Skype and get Grandma on the line.
"I got these super cute pajamas, and when you come next week for Thanksgiving, I'll have a high chair...Oh and check out this super cute toy I got him--"
The sizzle from the kitchen is the sound of the pot boiling over. Shit. I run in while yelling back, "Thanks, Mom, it's super cute!" I turn the heat down, stir the noodles, and look around for my phone because now that's ringing. It's Nate.
"Do you have Greg's phone number?" he asks.
"Maybe--just give me a second."
"Rob? Rob?" I can hear my mom calling from the other room. I quickly truck back to the living room trying to think if I have Greg's phone number, as I notice that Weston has crawled up onto the laptop in an effort to touch Grandma's face and eat the shiny Intel and Windows 7 stickers on the corner, and at the same time managed to turn the video off on the Skype call. I peel him off, and "reset" him--meaning that I move him about 10 feet away from the computer so that he has to work a bit to get back to it.
"Do you want his number now?" I ask as I hit the button to turn the video back on Skype.
"What??" Mom asks.
"No, hang on--Mom, hold on, I'm on the phone with Nate. Just give me a sec--" I quickly look through my contacts on my phone (Greg's last name...Greg's last name...wait--the list is alphabetized by first name, so it doesn't matter). "Nope, I don't have it. Sorry. Gotta go, okay? Loveyoubye."
Weston is attacking the Intel and Window 7 stickers again, I peel him off, reset, and run back into the kitchen to drain the noodles, which are either overcooked or not done, but I really don't care at this point--do we even have any butter??--and I grab his food out of the fridge and toss it in the zapper for a few seconds while I shout down the hall-- "MOM! I can't hear you--just give me second." I run back, with a bib, the food, no spoon, drop the food on the table, pop Weston into his high chair, adjust the computer so Grandma can still see her little man, he lets out a wail, "Where the heck is my food, Ma??" and I tell him I'm sorry and that I forgot your spoon, so just-give-me-a-second-please! I grab the spoon, look longingly at the steaming pile of noodles and broccoli in the colander, and head back, and shovel a couple of bites of food into my son's open mouth. He calms down, Grandma and I end the Skype call, and Weston finishes eating his squash, chicken, prunes and apples. Phew.
Afterward, I head back into the kitchen to finish up my dinner, and discover that my steaming pile of noodles has turned into a giant sticky mess that refuses to detach from the colander. I don't care. This is dinner, and I don't have another second to make anything else...
I haven't felt this way, that is, until this past Wednesday...
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It's 5 o'clock, right around that time when I feed Weston his dinner. There was a staff meeting after work today, so I didn't get home until after 4, which means that I am just now getting to washing the dozens of parts from the Medela Freestyle Breastpump and the two bottles that Weston used during the day. As I wash, I'm thinking about what to make for dinner, or at least what I can scavenge from the cabinets before I actually get to making dinner.
Bingo. Macaroni and cheese with broccoli and a can of tuna. Easy, quick, and--
My cell phone rings. It's Mom. With a soapy rubber glove, I answer.
"Sure, let's Skype. Just give me a second to finish up. About 5 minutes, okay?"
This gives me enough time to finish my daily dish washing routine, get the water boiling and chop up some broccoli. Weston's getting antsy for dinner. Do I feed him first? My stomach reminds me that I need to eat something soon. Oh yeah--Skype--get the computer started.
I quickly chop up broccoli, and add it to the noodles in the pot, all while briefly entertaining thoughts about what would happen if I chopped my finger off because Nate's at work with the car, so I don't have a way to get to the hospital, let alone where the closest hospital is--
Weston lets out a squawk from the other room, yet again reminding me that I need to get his dinner warmed up.
I run in to check on him and the computer's up, so I open up Skype and get Grandma on the line.
"I got these super cute pajamas, and when you come next week for Thanksgiving, I'll have a high chair...Oh and check out this super cute toy I got him--"
The sizzle from the kitchen is the sound of the pot boiling over. Shit. I run in while yelling back, "Thanks, Mom, it's super cute!" I turn the heat down, stir the noodles, and look around for my phone because now that's ringing. It's Nate.
"Do you have Greg's phone number?" he asks.
"Maybe--just give me a second."
"Rob? Rob?" I can hear my mom calling from the other room. I quickly truck back to the living room trying to think if I have Greg's phone number, as I notice that Weston has crawled up onto the laptop in an effort to touch Grandma's face and eat the shiny Intel and Windows 7 stickers on the corner, and at the same time managed to turn the video off on the Skype call. I peel him off, and "reset" him--meaning that I move him about 10 feet away from the computer so that he has to work a bit to get back to it.
"Do you want his number now?" I ask as I hit the button to turn the video back on Skype.
"What??" Mom asks.
"No, hang on--Mom, hold on, I'm on the phone with Nate. Just give me a sec--" I quickly look through my contacts on my phone (Greg's last name...Greg's last name...wait--the list is alphabetized by first name, so it doesn't matter). "Nope, I don't have it. Sorry. Gotta go, okay? Loveyoubye."
Weston is attacking the Intel and Window 7 stickers again, I peel him off, reset, and run back into the kitchen to drain the noodles, which are either overcooked or not done, but I really don't care at this point--do we even have any butter??--and I grab his food out of the fridge and toss it in the zapper for a few seconds while I shout down the hall-- "MOM! I can't hear you--just give me second." I run back, with a bib, the food, no spoon, drop the food on the table, pop Weston into his high chair, adjust the computer so Grandma can still see her little man, he lets out a wail, "Where the heck is my food, Ma??" and I tell him I'm sorry and that I forgot your spoon, so just-give-me-a-second-please! I grab the spoon, look longingly at the steaming pile of noodles and broccoli in the colander, and head back, and shovel a couple of bites of food into my son's open mouth. He calms down, Grandma and I end the Skype call, and Weston finishes eating his squash, chicken, prunes and apples. Phew.
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Afterward, I head back into the kitchen to finish up my dinner, and discover that my steaming pile of noodles has turned into a giant sticky mess that refuses to detach from the colander. I don't care. This is dinner, and I don't have another second to make anything else...
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
A Very Merry Half Birthday!
Six months down...Sometimes I remember what life was like before baby got here, but it's kind of fuzzy.
We went for his 6-month check-up yesterday morning and met his new pediatrician, Dr. Jadeed. It's hard picking a pediatrician--we just went with whoever was available and we got lucky. Sometimes, I think it's all about the nurse since he or she is the one who administers the shots. If they're organized, experienced, and quick, then I think that's the best a parent can hope for.
Anyway, here are the stats:
Length: 28 inches (95th percentile)
Weight: 18 lbs. 3oz. (50-75th percentile)
Head circumference: 44 cm (75th percentile)
He's eating like a champ once a day, usually when I get home from work. I've tried to follow this progression of foods recommended by La Leche League: sweet potatoes, avocados, apples, pork, pears, and bananas. He's enjoyed most of them, although the apples were a bit too tart for him, so I've been mixing them in with the sweet potatoes. I love making baby food for him, and I find it to be fairly easy. There are lots of websites out there that give hints and suggestions for making and storing baby food--I like Wholesome Baby Food. I try to make one or two good batches of food on the weekends, which makes it easy to have a nice variety of food during the week.
He's had a bit of a plumbing problem since the introduction of solid foods, but I've been pushing water and prune juice to help avoid that. Unfortunately, I've also had to use glycerin suppositories, but they work like a charm.
Grandma Becca and Grandpa Brady stopped by for a visit last weekend and their way back from Florida, and Weston was super happy to see them!
We went for his 6-month check-up yesterday morning and met his new pediatrician, Dr. Jadeed. It's hard picking a pediatrician--we just went with whoever was available and we got lucky. Sometimes, I think it's all about the nurse since he or she is the one who administers the shots. If they're organized, experienced, and quick, then I think that's the best a parent can hope for.
Anyway, here are the stats:
Length: 28 inches (95th percentile)
Weight: 18 lbs. 3oz. (50-75th percentile)
Head circumference: 44 cm (75th percentile)
He's eating like a champ once a day, usually when I get home from work. I've tried to follow this progression of foods recommended by La Leche League: sweet potatoes, avocados, apples, pork, pears, and bananas. He's enjoyed most of them, although the apples were a bit too tart for him, so I've been mixing them in with the sweet potatoes. I love making baby food for him, and I find it to be fairly easy. There are lots of websites out there that give hints and suggestions for making and storing baby food--I like Wholesome Baby Food. I try to make one or two good batches of food on the weekends, which makes it easy to have a nice variety of food during the week.
He's had a bit of a plumbing problem since the introduction of solid foods, but I've been pushing water and prune juice to help avoid that. Unfortunately, I've also had to use glycerin suppositories, but they work like a charm.
Grandma Becca and Grandpa Brady stopped by for a visit last weekend and their way back from Florida, and Weston was super happy to see them!
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| Milo! |
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| Checking out Grandpa's beard |
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| One of several dozen possible Christmas card photos |
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| Precious |
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