Things are a little busy work brain squishy these days. And what am I spending my energy on? oh come on. You know how it is. You have a thousand things to do and instead you obsess about one weird little thing because it helps you not freak out about the eleven thousand other things. Sort of. And I don't mean chocolate covered raisins. Those aren't obsessing. Those are just tasty.
I've been obsessing about diapers. Or more particularly - what are we going to do with our cute little baby bottom as we trek around Europe? Although by trek around I really mean just a few nights in france, a few nights in london, and then quality Pirate time. I had managed to almost bring myself to the point where I could be ok with disposable diapers. Almost. So close. Until you tell me they last for 500 YEARS IN A LANDFILL.
And then I lost it. I was looking at gdiapers tonight, that was the focus of my valueless obsession. This is what happens when we have too many choices, people. Too many choices, and they start charging for luggage on red blooded american airlines.
I can not handle it anymore. :)
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
A Glowing Personality
Our lovely, lovely son does not transition gracefully.
(if you listen carefully you can hear his California Grandma smirking loudly).
It's alright. I don't rock the transitions. I feel his pain. Sometimes though? Sometimes it makes me want to sell him on ebay SO BADLY. Just for a second.
Tonight he was special tired. I have no idea why. It was not a special day. We did normal house things. He went on a quick Gristede's run with Mark. Apparently? Exhausted. How do I know?
Well, first we put him in the ergo back carrier. He arched and whined and danced. Nevermind. Then we tried the sheepcow chair. It held him briefly, with the vibrations going (its like low grade shaken baby. I'll take it). I managed to do a load of dishes before he broke down.
What could you need, little ball of misery? I picked him up and he latched onto to my face. Like a leech (ps - i almost linked a picture here. But they were officially too gross). Those of you without nursing children may not remember how large baby mouths can go. Let me tell you. First? They dislocate their lower jaws. Then they can open their mouths BIGGER THAN THEIR HEADS. So he latched onto my cheek. Funny/Scary - you be the judge.
My mom-tuition binged "What, you're hungry? Why didn't you say so!"
We skip off to the couch for a dinner snack. He nursed just long enough to spill milk all over both of us and then hung his head backwards off my lap to stare fixedly at the arm of the sofa. Trust me, it is not exciting. I tried to nudge him back to nursing. But he had planned ahead and locked his neck in this brokenneck way just in case CPS popped in and needed immediate proof of abuse. Sweet.
We tried nursing in the dark on the bed. This is the refuge of desperation, the last ditch prebed routine to convince him to eat before sleeping so he doesn't wake up at some ridiculous hour. The prettypretty please of parenting. We settled in. He nursed for something like 2 minutes. And then went crazy. Craaaaaazy. Except he kept eating. Apparently it took both hands and one foot (in a tractioned footy pajama) and his mouth to get my boob. I had NO IDEA a stationary breast was so wiley. Pretty freakin wiley. And his other foot needed to fold his feet up to his head. Except I was in the way. And his third hand kept trying to pull the blanket on the bed over his head.
It was very relaxing.
He's asleep now. Not dead, I checked. I put him wild eyed into his crib. He cried for three whole minutes before his brain was like "THIS IS WHAT WE WANT" and then thud, down for the count.
I'm going to lay on the floor. My brain says "THIS IS WHAT WE WANT".
*THUD*
(if you listen carefully you can hear his California Grandma smirking loudly).
It's alright. I don't rock the transitions. I feel his pain. Sometimes though? Sometimes it makes me want to sell him on ebay SO BADLY. Just for a second.
Tonight he was special tired. I have no idea why. It was not a special day. We did normal house things. He went on a quick Gristede's run with Mark. Apparently? Exhausted. How do I know?
Well, first we put him in the ergo back carrier. He arched and whined and danced. Nevermind. Then we tried the sheepcow chair. It held him briefly, with the vibrations going (its like low grade shaken baby. I'll take it). I managed to do a load of dishes before he broke down.
What could you need, little ball of misery? I picked him up and he latched onto to my face. Like a leech (ps - i almost linked a picture here. But they were officially too gross). Those of you without nursing children may not remember how large baby mouths can go. Let me tell you. First? They dislocate their lower jaws. Then they can open their mouths BIGGER THAN THEIR HEADS. So he latched onto my cheek. Funny/Scary - you be the judge.
My mom-tuition binged "What, you're hungry? Why didn't you say so!"
We skip off to the couch for a dinner snack. He nursed just long enough to spill milk all over both of us and then hung his head backwards off my lap to stare fixedly at the arm of the sofa. Trust me, it is not exciting. I tried to nudge him back to nursing. But he had planned ahead and locked his neck in this brokenneck way just in case CPS popped in and needed immediate proof of abuse. Sweet.
We tried nursing in the dark on the bed. This is the refuge of desperation, the last ditch prebed routine to convince him to eat before sleeping so he doesn't wake up at some ridiculous hour. The prettypretty please of parenting. We settled in. He nursed for something like 2 minutes. And then went crazy. Craaaaaazy. Except he kept eating. Apparently it took both hands and one foot (in a tractioned footy pajama) and his mouth to get my boob. I had NO IDEA a stationary breast was so wiley. Pretty freakin wiley. And his other foot needed to fold his feet up to his head. Except I was in the way. And his third hand kept trying to pull the blanket on the bed over his head.
It was very relaxing.
He's asleep now. Not dead, I checked. I put him wild eyed into his crib. He cried for three whole minutes before his brain was like "THIS IS WHAT WE WANT" and then thud, down for the count.
I'm going to lay on the floor. My brain says "THIS IS WHAT WE WANT".
*THUD*
Monday, April 7, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
The weekend omnibus.... Part I
Still no good video of the backward round about wiggle. Apparently its become too commonplace to entertain us enough to get the video going, sorry. Zachary has had a fun filled weekend though - daddy shoulder rides galore, and an intricate game with a mirror toy. I say intricate. What I mean is... he couldn't decide if he should look at his reflection or chew on it. So instead he went for the middle ground of smooshing it as hard as he good against his face and rubbing it around while looking at the reflection of his very close eye suspiciously. There was a lot of drool. Mark was sitting with him and ended up having several puddles on his trousers. Fun was had by all.
Zachary has also been deeply distracted by the aforementioned fun. He's starting to need reminders to do things like eat & sleep. It could be for moments like these that the words "strung out" were coined... Mark wants me to tell you that when we took this video it was dinner time and Zachary hadn't taken a nap so had been up for 7 or eight hours. Can you tell? CAN YOU TELL? CAN YOU CAN YOU CAN YOU CAN YOU?!?!?! :D We could. It is amazing how instantly reliant new parents become on naps. They are the sweetest nectar. Its like sneaking into an R movie. The baby wakes up and you feel like you've been busted enjoying something fantastically illicit and now real life calls.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
There aren't many people I want to hit with sticks....
But these people? These people top the list.
My favorite is the woman who "refuses to sacrifice" her children for the greater good.
*insert growl here*
Firstly? Your children ARE the greater good. Secondly? I'm glad your children are so much more important than every other person on the planet. Incredible. Absolutely incredible.And lastly? I wish people would get educated. The diseases that have been effectively erradicated by vaccination are really not things we want hanging about. Because diptheria? Doesn't it sound sort of cute? Yeah, its not.
It is weird, but these vaccines may not have been developed just as an awesome conspiracy to damage our children. I mean, that is a high quality use of resources. But please.
(puts away hitting stick)
My mom is coming today! Back to cleaning. Pictures will, inevitably, follow.
My favorite is the woman who "refuses to sacrifice" her children for the greater good.
*insert growl here*
Firstly? Your children ARE the greater good. Secondly? I'm glad your children are so much more important than every other person on the planet. Incredible. Absolutely incredible.And lastly? I wish people would get educated. The diseases that have been effectively erradicated by vaccination are really not things we want hanging about. Because diptheria? Doesn't it sound sort of cute? Yeah, its not.
It is weird, but these vaccines may not have been developed just as an awesome conspiracy to damage our children. I mean, that is a high quality use of resources. But please.
(puts away hitting stick)
My mom is coming today! Back to cleaning. Pictures will, inevitably, follow.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Who's a fussy aunt then?
Look Mom, No Arms
Originally uploaded by m0nk3yphd
There, this demonstrates everything except his arms *grin*. The rest you can infer from the other pictures.
We've almost made it through the week. Zachary came to work with me one afternoon. We experimented with a pack n play in lab. I would call the result mixed. We'll see - babies? Not the quietest creatures in the world. I know, you're shocked. Hush. Zachary is still running a bit tired, but I think we'll probably try play group in the morning.
PS - Zachary is in *love* with that banana. In love. I know I've mentioned how freaked out I was when we got it. It has a crazy face. With freckles. And a weird nose. And it's giant. And no lies, a little bit phallic. Don't tell him. Shhhhhh. I guess its good to have some strange toys that can haunt you. We'll just consider it us supporting therapists of the future. I mean, considering he'll be in the minority (as a young middle class white... Oh, wait...) *grin* So its our obligation. To help him fit in.
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