I have found the secret to calming, or at least distracting the monster when he's cranky or crying while I go in search of a diaper or a wipe or am in the process of trying to feed him.
I buzz my lips, much like you would if you were giving someone a raspberry, except you can't give the monster a raspberry or else he'll scream his head off. Which is counter-productive of what you're original goal was; calming him down.
It hasn't quite worked with Brian yet. The monster seems to not like it when his daddy does it. I wish it did though, because he gets the cranky monster while I'm at work.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
A Little Terror Moment
Moment 1:
This morning the little terror decided to be cranky, but loves to use my stomach and bent legs as a chair and stare at me. He decided he didn't want his hands and a pacifier was needed. But then he couldn't make up his mind.
So, with his two fingers, index and middle, he slipped the edge of the pacifier between his fingers, "grabbed" it, pulled it out of his mouth, used the rest of his fingers to hold onto it and then brought it back to his mouth and with a little help from mommy, directed it into his mouth where he began to nom on it again.
This morning the little terror decided to be cranky, but loves to use my stomach and bent legs as a chair and stare at me. He decided he didn't want his hands and a pacifier was needed. But then he couldn't make up his mind.
So, with his two fingers, index and middle, he slipped the edge of the pacifier between his fingers, "grabbed" it, pulled it out of his mouth, used the rest of his fingers to hold onto it and then brought it back to his mouth and with a little help from mommy, directed it into his mouth where he began to nom on it again.
Where I Hope My Blog Goes
With Brian playing his playstation and the little terror asleep in his bed, I have finally found the time to sit down and blog again.
I hope one day to find myself on a regular blogging schedule. Maybe every other day or maybe every Monday or Friday. However, with an infant and an irregular work schedule between Brian and myself, finding a schedule in our hectic life is impossible. Or almost impossible.
I also guess that the title of this post doesn't make sense because I don't know where I want this blog to go, or what I plan to post. Maybe I'll blog whenever and then make a special post on certain days. Maybe on a Friday I'll do a recap of the weeks' adventures and anything prominent that I've learned as a first time mom. But at the same time, I learn new things every day and with baby brain, I think that writing them as I learn them to be the better way to keep track of lessons and trains of thought.
I'll eventually figure it out, things that I learn about schedules with babies that may help other new moms, how to juggle life and a baby. I think that might be this summer that I'll dedicate a lengthy post to. Of how to juggle the multiple things in life as this summer, not only will I be a full time mom but a full time student and a part time cashier at my job. I'll learn along the way the tricks that I have learned to keep sane but I think at the end of the summer as I have found a system and a rhythm to my life, that I'll take a moment to sit down and write at great length what I hoped to achieve, what I did achieve, what I hoped for and inevitably failed at and anything else that this summer brings.
I know that I hope to eventually blog the little terror's first trip that's not to grandmas house. He did that at 3 weeks old and he will do it again at 2 and a half months old. This summer a trip to Georgia is planned to visit a friend and her (will be) one year old., It will be the first time I'll meet her munchkin and it'll probably be one of the little monster's first "friends", his first play date.
I guess I have some plans in mind but in the end, I really don't know what I want to achieve with this blog or what I really plan to write. I hope that you'll follow this journey with me through parenthood.
I hope one day to find myself on a regular blogging schedule. Maybe every other day or maybe every Monday or Friday. However, with an infant and an irregular work schedule between Brian and myself, finding a schedule in our hectic life is impossible. Or almost impossible.
I also guess that the title of this post doesn't make sense because I don't know where I want this blog to go, or what I plan to post. Maybe I'll blog whenever and then make a special post on certain days. Maybe on a Friday I'll do a recap of the weeks' adventures and anything prominent that I've learned as a first time mom. But at the same time, I learn new things every day and with baby brain, I think that writing them as I learn them to be the better way to keep track of lessons and trains of thought.
I'll eventually figure it out, things that I learn about schedules with babies that may help other new moms, how to juggle life and a baby. I think that might be this summer that I'll dedicate a lengthy post to. Of how to juggle the multiple things in life as this summer, not only will I be a full time mom but a full time student and a part time cashier at my job. I'll learn along the way the tricks that I have learned to keep sane but I think at the end of the summer as I have found a system and a rhythm to my life, that I'll take a moment to sit down and write at great length what I hoped to achieve, what I did achieve, what I hoped for and inevitably failed at and anything else that this summer brings.
I know that I hope to eventually blog the little terror's first trip that's not to grandmas house. He did that at 3 weeks old and he will do it again at 2 and a half months old. This summer a trip to Georgia is planned to visit a friend and her (will be) one year old., It will be the first time I'll meet her munchkin and it'll probably be one of the little monster's first "friends", his first play date.
I guess I have some plans in mind but in the end, I really don't know what I want to achieve with this blog or what I really plan to write. I hope that you'll follow this journey with me through parenthood.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Why I Hate Sleeping Through the Night
Most New moms, or new again moms would kill for a night of uninterrupted sleep, envy those moms that have two months old sleeping through the night. Not I. I hate sleeping through the night.
Brian and I put our little terror down for bed at around 11 pm last night and woke up at 7 am to the terror crying in his crib. The sky was only partially lighted so I assumed that maybe it was 5 am. Checking my cell phone, I saw that it was 7 am. Not to mention, moving to find said cell phone pressed a cold shirt against my bare skin.
When my two month old son sleeps through the night, I typically have to change my bra, and shirt before I can even go retrieve said monster from his crib to feed him. Breastfeeding and Sleeping through the night do NOT go hand in hand. However, the monster does not have the same train of thought and therein lies the problem.
You could easily say "set an alarm to get up in 4 hours after he eats" but the problem is that one, we don't know *if* he'll sleep through the night, and if he doesn't, who's to say he won't get up sooner or later? And feeding him when he's not hungry doesn't work as he'll just make a mess of your bra and shirt, which means you'll have to change your clothing more than if you slept through the night.
So therefore, double duty nursing pads are a must. Oh and duct tape to hold them in place as I toss and turn throughout the night.
Brian and I put our little terror down for bed at around 11 pm last night and woke up at 7 am to the terror crying in his crib. The sky was only partially lighted so I assumed that maybe it was 5 am. Checking my cell phone, I saw that it was 7 am. Not to mention, moving to find said cell phone pressed a cold shirt against my bare skin.
When my two month old son sleeps through the night, I typically have to change my bra, and shirt before I can even go retrieve said monster from his crib to feed him. Breastfeeding and Sleeping through the night do NOT go hand in hand. However, the monster does not have the same train of thought and therein lies the problem.
You could easily say "set an alarm to get up in 4 hours after he eats" but the problem is that one, we don't know *if* he'll sleep through the night, and if he doesn't, who's to say he won't get up sooner or later? And feeding him when he's not hungry doesn't work as he'll just make a mess of your bra and shirt, which means you'll have to change your clothing more than if you slept through the night.
So therefore, double duty nursing pads are a must. Oh and duct tape to hold them in place as I toss and turn throughout the night.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Another Day Without Daddy
And sleep is far from this little boy's mind.
So in the bouncy seat he sits as I scour Pinterest for a good Crock Pot Chicken recipe and call up Mom for her banana bread recipe. At least he's quiet. Minus all the baby sounds and heavy breathing, I'd call that quiet.
So in the bouncy seat he sits as I scour Pinterest for a good Crock Pot Chicken recipe and call up Mom for her banana bread recipe. At least he's quiet. Minus all the baby sounds and heavy breathing, I'd call that quiet.
Banana Bread
Ingredients
3/4 c sugar
1/2 margarine, softened
2 eggs
1 c mashed ripe bananas
1/3 c milk
1 tsp vanilla
2 c flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
Instructions
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees
2. In a large bowl, beat sugar and margarine til fluffy, beat in eggs, add bananas, milk and vanilla, blend well. 3. Mix in flour, baking soda and salt.
4. Bake for 50-60 minutes or until toothpick inserted in middle comes out clean.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Diaper Free Day
Or, at least until I got pooped on trying to get Miles to the toilet to avoid dirtying another diaper.
Even though Cloth diapering saves money, I honestly don't feel like doing laundry every single day, especially since I hand wash them in the tub. So while I'm not throwing away a quarter each time he poops or pees, I am adding to the pile of laundry that has to get done. And running out of clean diapers is the last thing I need at 3 am. Or, at least that's the last thing Brian needs since he does the middle of the night diaper changes.
I thought Elimination communication might work today since he was right there laying on my lap and refused to wear the diaper, even at 8 weeks old. This was not a normal poop though. This was the kind of poop that slips out unnoticed until you feel warmth and think "He couldn't have peed, I would have saw him"
So after rinsing my shirt off in the tub, putting a diaper on Miles, I am in the long process of doing diaper laundry. And I have to go to work in 45 minutes.
At least the little man is napping.
Even though Cloth diapering saves money, I honestly don't feel like doing laundry every single day, especially since I hand wash them in the tub. So while I'm not throwing away a quarter each time he poops or pees, I am adding to the pile of laundry that has to get done. And running out of clean diapers is the last thing I need at 3 am. Or, at least that's the last thing Brian needs since he does the middle of the night diaper changes.
I thought Elimination communication might work today since he was right there laying on my lap and refused to wear the diaper, even at 8 weeks old. This was not a normal poop though. This was the kind of poop that slips out unnoticed until you feel warmth and think "He couldn't have peed, I would have saw him"
So after rinsing my shirt off in the tub, putting a diaper on Miles, I am in the long process of doing diaper laundry. And I have to go to work in 45 minutes.
At least the little man is napping.
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