Kevin and I splurged and went out to eat tonight.
It's really our favorite activity, going "out to eat." Whether a big meal or just a snack, we love trying new places and having that experience. Our focus is on locally-owned places, and we try to avoid chains and generic eateries.
It's taken a whole new approach with a baby. We don't want to be the kind of couple that never does ANYTHING because "of the baby." But it does require a different level of thoughtfulness, preparation, and planning. It can't be too expensive (we can't afford it) because what's the point of an elegant dinner if you spend it bouncing your baby beside the table? Plus, in case of a meltdown I don't want to fuss over but we spent so much money! and just get the hell out the door. So we need charming yet affordable, avoiding Red Robin-esque places. However, "Kids Eat Free" is rather appealing, and worth consideration as kiddos get older. Currently, I need to be able to nurse with relative ease, as Patrick-the-piggy eats about hourly during the daytime. Plus, it's the easiest way to quite him when he's grumpy. Booths are good. Finally, one must eat early for dinner. Places tend to be less crowded, more likely to have other kids present, and there is less of a wait, if any.
Of course, happy hour is out. No babies in the bar, picky buggers.
So we splurged on Masa tonight. Kevin's been itching to try it. We did alright, price-wise. He ordered a dinner while I had a salad. Food good, but not outstanding. Two drinks (one beer, one non-alcoholic treat) and a dessert. About $35 bucks. Decent service, moderately friendly but not chatty. Timely getting orders out. Fun atmosphere. I especially like the non-alcoholic options. My only complaint: no changing table. Patrick nursed discreetly in our corner booth, with Kevin holding up the blanket as I got situated. Nobody made me feel uncomfortable.
I preferred the lunch menu, as it was more affordable. The bar is cute and would do happy hour there sans baby. But it wouldn't be my first choice for dinner. Just not outstanding enough to be worth the prices.
Rating: C+
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Ten Weeks
Dear Patrick: You are 10 weeks old!
You received your first dose of immunizations on Tuesday with Dr. C. Even though it's good for you to get them, Mommy had a hard time watching you scream in protest during the shots. Thank goodness for breastfeeding. It's the be-all cure for all that ails. We hung out at home for the rest of the day, allowing for lots of cuddles and comfort feeds. After the initial discomfort, you seemed to handle it all just fine. You have grown so much! Already you are 12 pounds, 10 ounces and 24 inches long. Right in the 75% across the board.
Your Mommy and Daddy both feel like they are getting a handle on this baby thing, just in time for you to do something new. Today was such an example. Mommy had lots of plans: Farmers' Market, housecleaning, dog park. Naturally, it all went to hell in a handbasket. You had a rough night, lots of waking up and very irritated. Too hot? Too cold? Sore legs from shots? Hungry? Who knows. Daddy got up quite a few times with you, for diaper changes and comfort. Your mood continued throughout the day. Very crabby. Few smiles. Fussing with every diaper change (very strange, as you normally love to have your pants off). So we tossed our big plans and just stayed home. We walked the dogs and the park close to home, where you got a good nap in. Then Dancia rolled in a giant mud puddle and won herself a hose bath in the yard. Darn puppy. We breastfed lots, we cuddled and read books. We napped on the futon. During your nice nap, I was able to get some cleaning done. This evening we finally got some smiles, and you have just settled into your bassinet for a hopefully good night's sleep.
Two weeks ago this would have completely unnerved me. I'd be in tears, doubting myself, frustrated with you. But I felt like I could handle this today. I threw out all expectations, abandoned my lists, and went with your flow. And we did alright, you and Mommy.
Overall, you are smiles and coos. You "talk" more and more. You have discovered your hands and love to chew on them. You can find your thumb and suck it with amazing irregularity. When you lay on your back you kick your legs with firm concentration. We make you lay on your tummy a few times a day to encourage muscle development. You aren't fond of this, but we do it anyway. You are mildly interested in toys, giving Mommy an excuse to pick up a few baby things. We have great bigger baby toys, but could use a few black/white soft stuff. Fun shopping!
Your grandparents all seem to dig you. We had a fun weekend with all the family (except Auntie Beth and Uncle John Michael, who we all missed very much). Your cousin thinks you are the funnest toy ever. A doll that moves and smiles! Lots of diapers to play with! And a portable swing! She's even willing to share her "Nana" with you, so you are definitely "in." Mommy and Daddy were spoiled by all the grandparents holding you, and we could have used one in the car during our trips south when you REFUSED to sleep. And CRIED for most of the trip. Such a pleasure, your company was not.
You are so loved, my little biddy buddy, even when you are crabby.
Love
Mommy
You received your first dose of immunizations on Tuesday with Dr. C. Even though it's good for you to get them, Mommy had a hard time watching you scream in protest during the shots. Thank goodness for breastfeeding. It's the be-all cure for all that ails. We hung out at home for the rest of the day, allowing for lots of cuddles and comfort feeds. After the initial discomfort, you seemed to handle it all just fine. You have grown so much! Already you are 12 pounds, 10 ounces and 24 inches long. Right in the 75% across the board.
Your Mommy and Daddy both feel like they are getting a handle on this baby thing, just in time for you to do something new. Today was such an example. Mommy had lots of plans: Farmers' Market, housecleaning, dog park. Naturally, it all went to hell in a handbasket. You had a rough night, lots of waking up and very irritated. Too hot? Too cold? Sore legs from shots? Hungry? Who knows. Daddy got up quite a few times with you, for diaper changes and comfort. Your mood continued throughout the day. Very crabby. Few smiles. Fussing with every diaper change (very strange, as you normally love to have your pants off). So we tossed our big plans and just stayed home. We walked the dogs and the park close to home, where you got a good nap in. Then Dancia rolled in a giant mud puddle and won herself a hose bath in the yard. Darn puppy. We breastfed lots, we cuddled and read books. We napped on the futon. During your nice nap, I was able to get some cleaning done. This evening we finally got some smiles, and you have just settled into your bassinet for a hopefully good night's sleep.
Two weeks ago this would have completely unnerved me. I'd be in tears, doubting myself, frustrated with you. But I felt like I could handle this today. I threw out all expectations, abandoned my lists, and went with your flow. And we did alright, you and Mommy.
Overall, you are smiles and coos. You "talk" more and more. You have discovered your hands and love to chew on them. You can find your thumb and suck it with amazing irregularity. When you lay on your back you kick your legs with firm concentration. We make you lay on your tummy a few times a day to encourage muscle development. You aren't fond of this, but we do it anyway. You are mildly interested in toys, giving Mommy an excuse to pick up a few baby things. We have great bigger baby toys, but could use a few black/white soft stuff. Fun shopping!
Your grandparents all seem to dig you. We had a fun weekend with all the family (except Auntie Beth and Uncle John Michael, who we all missed very much). Your cousin thinks you are the funnest toy ever. A doll that moves and smiles! Lots of diapers to play with! And a portable swing! She's even willing to share her "Nana" with you, so you are definitely "in." Mommy and Daddy were spoiled by all the grandparents holding you, and we could have used one in the car during our trips south when you REFUSED to sleep. And CRIED for most of the trip. Such a pleasure, your company was not.You are so loved, my little biddy buddy, even when you are crabby.
Love
Mommy
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Nine weeks
Dear Patrick: You are nine weeks old (and two months)!
This whole smiling thing has made you so much more appealing. Mommy just can't get enough of your goofy grins. You are very smiley in the morning (nothing like getting a good clean diaper), or after a particularly good feeding. You smile at me when I blow in your face, make smoochy noises, or roll my R's at you. You still fuss and grump at times, but overall your temperament is trending towards the laid-back side.
You definitely get THAT from your Daddy.
I feel like I'm starting to get a good handle on this parenting this, so far. It's kind of interesting as you show us more bits of your personality. You continue to sleep well, and this gives Daddy and me some good "alone" time while you snooze in the swing. Who knows how long this will last, but I'll be grateful while it's here. And I continue to take no credit for your sleeping habits. They are a gift from God, not the end result of following some book's prescription to parental success.
Getting in and out of the carseat is still rather traumatic. I try to tell you that you're just going to fall asleep in five minutes, just as we pull up to our destination, but you grump away despite my reassurances.
I can't believe I have to go back to work in less than a month. It's been so fun being at home with you. But that means Daddy will get to have you for a whole entire day. All to himself. With no Mommy. By himself.
Hee Hee
I love you my little boy.
Love
Mommy
This whole smiling thing has made you so much more appealing. Mommy just can't get enough of your goofy grins. You are very smiley in the morning (nothing like getting a good clean diaper), or after a particularly good feeding. You smile at me when I blow in your face, make smoochy noises, or roll my R's at you. You still fuss and grump at times, but overall your temperament is trending towards the laid-back side.
You definitely get THAT from your Daddy.
I feel like I'm starting to get a good handle on this parenting this, so far. It's kind of interesting as you show us more bits of your personality. You continue to sleep well, and this gives Daddy and me some good "alone" time while you snooze in the swing. Who knows how long this will last, but I'll be grateful while it's here. And I continue to take no credit for your sleeping habits. They are a gift from God, not the end result of following some book's prescription to parental success.
Getting in and out of the carseat is still rather traumatic. I try to tell you that you're just going to fall asleep in five minutes, just as we pull up to our destination, but you grump away despite my reassurances.
I can't believe I have to go back to work in less than a month. It's been so fun being at home with you. But that means Daddy will get to have you for a whole entire day. All to himself. With no Mommy. By himself.
Hee Hee
I love you my little boy.
Love
Mommy
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Tired Mommy today.
Yesterday was spent in blissful fun at the Buhre Family Beach House with the PLU conglomerate. The Lawvers, Larsons, Buhres, Schalls, and Myers (minus my husband, at work) spent the day eating, chasing after kids, gossiping, eating some more, drinking wine, and chasing after kids. Other people took pictures, so I was lazy and never got my camera out of the diaper bag. But Lena promised me that I could have copies, right Lena? :) This short paragraph doesn't begin to express how wonderful a time I had, how grateful I am for such a lovely group of people in my life, and how blessed I feel to have such great friends.
We did have an obscene amount of food. I alone brought: 2 bottles of wine, cake with chocolate frosting, blackberry cobbler, oreos, zucchini salad, green bean salad, homemade bread. Luckily, there was lots of leftovers for poor husband to eat.
Kevin, unfortunately, was the one who couldn't be there. We all missed him so much, especially me on Mommy duty by myself. But luckily there were loads of great parents around to help. Patrick is getting too alert to just crash out in the middle of a party. He wants to see what's going on. Therefore, he spent most of the day awake. No long nap meant no long break for the Mommy. He made up for it by sleeping until 5:45am this morning, then napping again until 8am.
I'm constantly discovering the holes in my Mommy brain. Today I went to Target. Supplies were needed that could not be postponed. Patrick is in the stroller. Puppies are hanging out in the car thanks to cool weather. Screaming Patrick gets his diaper changed in the stroller by the towels. I discover the lack of wallet in my bag. Problem one, can't pay for breast pads. Problem two, where the hell is it? Pile everybody back in the car. Wallet is at home. Back to Target. This is much slower with Patrick to transport in and out of the car.
But I'm getting a needed baby break. Patrick is watching The Devil Wears Prada with Kevin.
Yesterday was spent in blissful fun at the Buhre Family Beach House with the PLU conglomerate. The Lawvers, Larsons, Buhres, Schalls, and Myers (minus my husband, at work) spent the day eating, chasing after kids, gossiping, eating some more, drinking wine, and chasing after kids. Other people took pictures, so I was lazy and never got my camera out of the diaper bag. But Lena promised me that I could have copies, right Lena? :) This short paragraph doesn't begin to express how wonderful a time I had, how grateful I am for such a lovely group of people in my life, and how blessed I feel to have such great friends.
We did have an obscene amount of food. I alone brought: 2 bottles of wine, cake with chocolate frosting, blackberry cobbler, oreos, zucchini salad, green bean salad, homemade bread. Luckily, there was lots of leftovers for poor husband to eat.
Kevin, unfortunately, was the one who couldn't be there. We all missed him so much, especially me on Mommy duty by myself. But luckily there were loads of great parents around to help. Patrick is getting too alert to just crash out in the middle of a party. He wants to see what's going on. Therefore, he spent most of the day awake. No long nap meant no long break for the Mommy. He made up for it by sleeping until 5:45am this morning, then napping again until 8am.
I'm constantly discovering the holes in my Mommy brain. Today I went to Target. Supplies were needed that could not be postponed. Patrick is in the stroller. Puppies are hanging out in the car thanks to cool weather. Screaming Patrick gets his diaper changed in the stroller by the towels. I discover the lack of wallet in my bag. Problem one, can't pay for breast pads. Problem two, where the hell is it? Pile everybody back in the car. Wallet is at home. Back to Target. This is much slower with Patrick to transport in and out of the car.
But I'm getting a needed baby break. Patrick is watching The Devil Wears Prada with Kevin.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Eight Weeks
Dear Patrick: You are eight weeks old today.
Mommy just put you down to sleep like the sleeping manuals described. You'd been fed and changed, but your eyes had yet to close. It's called sleepy-awake. Putting you to sleep when you are still awake it supposed to teach you to self-sooth, to learn it's OK to go to sleep without being rocked, bounced, fed, held. Sometimes Mommy wants to do those things with you, but you fuss until I put you down. Sometimes it's a bummer, but I think, "You'll be rather heavy to be doing those things in two years." So I say a prayer of thanks instead that you are a good sleeper. Currently.
I had a rough period this week. Daddy was gone all day, and I just couldn't seem to please you. You fussed and grumped all day long. I wanted to have a nap and cuddle with you, but you woke and cried. I couldn't shake this horrid thought: my baby doesn't love me. I felt like a bad mom. I wanted you to want me to hold you, but when you did I just wanted to read my book. We cried together. Daddy was so helpful and reassuring, but I couldn't believe it. I forced myself to write my thoughts down in an email to my best girlfriends (and who says computers are impersonal). It was terribly embarrassing to admit. But the response was beautiful. Within 12 hours, I'd gotten several phone calls, a breakfast visit, a lunchtime hangout, and bunches of reassuring emails that I was a normal mom and eight weeks. While everybody was perfect, the advice that has stuck was from Raissa. I told her I didn't know if my baby loved me. She said, "You are his whole world, he has no choice but to love you. All he knows is that you feed him, and when he cries you come." Lovely. Your mommy is so very blessed. She is surrounded by these wonderful mommies who teach her how to be a good mommy to you.
You are slowly smiling more and more. I make up songs to sing to you, mostly about how Mommy and Daddy love you. Or about why you are so grumpy. We practice the moves from Mommy-and-Baby yoga. You can find your hand with regular frequency and are greatly soothed by sucking on your fingers. As this alleviates the need for me to keep track of a pacifier, I'm in favor of your skills.
You are teaching me patience. Even grumpy, you are so very loved.
Love
Mommy
Mommy just put you down to sleep like the sleeping manuals described. You'd been fed and changed, but your eyes had yet to close. It's called sleepy-awake. Putting you to sleep when you are still awake it supposed to teach you to self-sooth, to learn it's OK to go to sleep without being rocked, bounced, fed, held. Sometimes Mommy wants to do those things with you, but you fuss until I put you down. Sometimes it's a bummer, but I think, "You'll be rather heavy to be doing those things in two years." So I say a prayer of thanks instead that you are a good sleeper. Currently.
I had a rough period this week. Daddy was gone all day, and I just couldn't seem to please you. You fussed and grumped all day long. I wanted to have a nap and cuddle with you, but you woke and cried. I couldn't shake this horrid thought: my baby doesn't love me. I felt like a bad mom. I wanted you to want me to hold you, but when you did I just wanted to read my book. We cried together. Daddy was so helpful and reassuring, but I couldn't believe it. I forced myself to write my thoughts down in an email to my best girlfriends (and who says computers are impersonal). It was terribly embarrassing to admit. But the response was beautiful. Within 12 hours, I'd gotten several phone calls, a breakfast visit, a lunchtime hangout, and bunches of reassuring emails that I was a normal mom and eight weeks. While everybody was perfect, the advice that has stuck was from Raissa. I told her I didn't know if my baby loved me. She said, "You are his whole world, he has no choice but to love you. All he knows is that you feed him, and when he cries you come." Lovely. Your mommy is so very blessed. She is surrounded by these wonderful mommies who teach her how to be a good mommy to you.
You are slowly smiling more and more. I make up songs to sing to you, mostly about how Mommy and Daddy love you. Or about why you are so grumpy. We practice the moves from Mommy-and-Baby yoga. You can find your hand with regular frequency and are greatly soothed by sucking on your fingers. As this alleviates the need for me to keep track of a pacifier, I'm in favor of your skills.
You are teaching me patience. Even grumpy, you are so very loved.
Love
Mommy
Monday, August 13, 2007
It was another rough day yesterday, with an important realization.
Patrick, at this point in his life, has no interest in what I want.
He doesn't care if I want to hold him, or if I want to read. He's not worried about how badly I want him to smile, or how much I need him to smile at me. He's on his own schedule, this little, mysterious person who now lives in my house.
It's the first relationship I've ever had where (at this point in time) it's truly all about his needs. And Patrick's needs aren't going to coincide with "The Baby Book" by Dr. William Sears, or with the milestone guidelines set up by Parenting magazine.
So why am I surprised that this person has a personality independent of what I need from him?
It's been making me a little bonkers. It's why I can't shake the feeling that my baby doesn't like me. He's eight weeks, not fifteen years! So now I'm working on getting my heart to catch up with my brain. I KNOW I'm a good mommy. I KNOW my son loves and needs me. I KNOW that they cry because they just do, not because I'm failing at some unknown task.
I get all this stuff, with my brain.
But I can laugh a little bit. Here I am, fussing that my baby doesn't want me to hold him all the time. I'm fussing that he has moments of contentedness in his swing, sucking his hand, giving me time to read a chapter. Patrick, I'm finding, needs moments to himself to take it all in. Like his Mommy, perhaps he just needs some privacy to recover from the stimulation of life.
Damn all these hormones anyway.
Patrick, at this point in his life, has no interest in what I want.
He doesn't care if I want to hold him, or if I want to read. He's not worried about how badly I want him to smile, or how much I need him to smile at me. He's on his own schedule, this little, mysterious person who now lives in my house.
It's the first relationship I've ever had where (at this point in time) it's truly all about his needs. And Patrick's needs aren't going to coincide with "The Baby Book" by Dr. William Sears, or with the milestone guidelines set up by Parenting magazine.
So why am I surprised that this person has a personality independent of what I need from him?
It's been making me a little bonkers. It's why I can't shake the feeling that my baby doesn't like me. He's eight weeks, not fifteen years! So now I'm working on getting my heart to catch up with my brain. I KNOW I'm a good mommy. I KNOW my son loves and needs me. I KNOW that they cry because they just do, not because I'm failing at some unknown task.
I get all this stuff, with my brain.
But I can laugh a little bit. Here I am, fussing that my baby doesn't want me to hold him all the time. I'm fussing that he has moments of contentedness in his swing, sucking his hand, giving me time to read a chapter. Patrick, I'm finding, needs moments to himself to take it all in. Like his Mommy, perhaps he just needs some privacy to recover from the stimulation of life.
Damn all these hormones anyway.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Lots of adventures yesterday for the family. We took Patrick to the Washington Ren Faire and a friend's wedding in Seattle.
Naturally, we forgot the camera in the car both times.
Nancy had been up for necessary Grandma time the day before, so Kevin and I generously let her watch Patrick while we got ready in the morning. Kevin was in his foxy costume, and I wore a peasant-style skirt with a black tank top and my Gypsy Mama wrap. Kevin really wanted me to wear my costume. I told him that HE could attempt to breastfeed in a leather bodice, but I had no interest.
Patrick did great, slept almost the entire time except for a few snacks. We met up with some friends throughout the faire. Kevin was able to have guy-time in the ale house for a beer while I exchanged mommy-talk with another friend. We listened to music, visited the archery range where Kevin would be working the following day, and watched "Shakespeare's Bloody Bits" on a friend's spot-on recommendation. They also shared their yummy lunch with us! Chris is a lucky man, as his wife, Kristen, is a fab cook. The weather was perfection, cool and cloudy with a few sun breaks. As I can't be outside tanning all day this summer, I'm happy for cool weather that keeps Mommy, Patrick, and Puppydogs content.
Then off to Seattle for the wedding. Chris and Chani: PLU grads, involved in the arts. Kevin and Chris have worked together several times at TLT. We were very touched to be invited to their wedding. As I love other people's weddings, we were looking forward to enjoying it. It would also be a nice experiment with Patrick. I managed to find something decent to wear that I could also breastfeed in. Funny how fashion requirements have changed so dramatically since giving birth. A black cami with a lightweight purple knit sweater, black pants, and tall heels. I wore Patrick in a new black Hotsling from Annette B. Worked fantastically. However, Patrick was a stereotypical baby in that he was charming until the wedding began. Then he fussed. As screaming on the wedding video is for immediate family only, we enjoyed the lovely ceremony from outside the chapel.
The reception was amazing. Gorgeous reception space at the Fairview Club in downtown Seattle. Great food, open bar, appetizers passed around, decent DJ with nice music. Patrick grumped for a while again, had a short feed, then zonked out in the sling for the rest of the reception, about two hours. We had a nice time chatting with our table, the groomsmen/women and their dates. We knew one couple, but everybody else was really social. Is that part of getting older? The ability to small talk and make friendly, or was it just luck? I've also found that Patrick is a great conversation starter, especially with other parents. Lots of other small kids were running around, and I chatted with lots of mommies and grandmas about our kids. Even our table full of beautiful couples with no kids (lots of artists) asked nice questions about parenthood, quite sweet since it's probably the farthest thing from their minds.
It makes me very grateful that my girlfriends and I were able to keep a solid friendship going in the face of changing life-paths. Not always easy when we just weren't quite getting each other with new babies, job changes, husband problems, and money concerns. Now I'm so incredibly thankful to have such an amazing support system, and I only hope I can keep up with these fantastic women.
So today I'm on solo duty. Kevin is off playing Ren Faire. The dogs have been run, and I'm killing some time before bringing coffee to my wonderful girlfriend Val and her husband. Laundry is going, and maybe I'll get a nap in today. But it's OK if I don't, he's been sleeping pretty good the past few nights. We are down to one night feeding/changing, then up for good around 6-7am. Pure and total luck, and we'll see how long it lasts. I might not be so optimistic when he starts teething.
Naturally, we forgot the camera in the car both times.
Nancy had been up for necessary Grandma time the day before, so Kevin and I generously let her watch Patrick while we got ready in the morning. Kevin was in his foxy costume, and I wore a peasant-style skirt with a black tank top and my Gypsy Mama wrap. Kevin really wanted me to wear my costume. I told him that HE could attempt to breastfeed in a leather bodice, but I had no interest.
Patrick did great, slept almost the entire time except for a few snacks. We met up with some friends throughout the faire. Kevin was able to have guy-time in the ale house for a beer while I exchanged mommy-talk with another friend. We listened to music, visited the archery range where Kevin would be working the following day, and watched "Shakespeare's Bloody Bits" on a friend's spot-on recommendation. They also shared their yummy lunch with us! Chris is a lucky man, as his wife, Kristen, is a fab cook. The weather was perfection, cool and cloudy with a few sun breaks. As I can't be outside tanning all day this summer, I'm happy for cool weather that keeps Mommy, Patrick, and Puppydogs content.
Then off to Seattle for the wedding. Chris and Chani: PLU grads, involved in the arts. Kevin and Chris have worked together several times at TLT. We were very touched to be invited to their wedding. As I love other people's weddings, we were looking forward to enjoying it. It would also be a nice experiment with Patrick. I managed to find something decent to wear that I could also breastfeed in. Funny how fashion requirements have changed so dramatically since giving birth. A black cami with a lightweight purple knit sweater, black pants, and tall heels. I wore Patrick in a new black Hotsling from Annette B. Worked fantastically. However, Patrick was a stereotypical baby in that he was charming until the wedding began. Then he fussed. As screaming on the wedding video is for immediate family only, we enjoyed the lovely ceremony from outside the chapel.
The reception was amazing. Gorgeous reception space at the Fairview Club in downtown Seattle. Great food, open bar, appetizers passed around, decent DJ with nice music. Patrick grumped for a while again, had a short feed, then zonked out in the sling for the rest of the reception, about two hours. We had a nice time chatting with our table, the groomsmen/women and their dates. We knew one couple, but everybody else was really social. Is that part of getting older? The ability to small talk and make friendly, or was it just luck? I've also found that Patrick is a great conversation starter, especially with other parents. Lots of other small kids were running around, and I chatted with lots of mommies and grandmas about our kids. Even our table full of beautiful couples with no kids (lots of artists) asked nice questions about parenthood, quite sweet since it's probably the farthest thing from their minds.
It makes me very grateful that my girlfriends and I were able to keep a solid friendship going in the face of changing life-paths. Not always easy when we just weren't quite getting each other with new babies, job changes, husband problems, and money concerns. Now I'm so incredibly thankful to have such an amazing support system, and I only hope I can keep up with these fantastic women.
So today I'm on solo duty. Kevin is off playing Ren Faire. The dogs have been run, and I'm killing some time before bringing coffee to my wonderful girlfriend Val and her husband. Laundry is going, and maybe I'll get a nap in today. But it's OK if I don't, he's been sleeping pretty good the past few nights. We are down to one night feeding/changing, then up for good around 6-7am. Pure and total luck, and we'll see how long it lasts. I might not be so optimistic when he starts teething.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
A much better day yesterday. Patrick was cheerful and fun, and he SMILES at his mommy! We both work up on the right side of the bed, I think.
Evening highlighted by a great visit with Lena and Alicia. Lena made biscuits with homemade raspberry jam, I bought brownies, and Alicia brought ricotta cheesecake. Nasty girl, she wouldn't take the leftovers home with her, but left them at my house. And we had "You Go Girl" Red Wine. Very tasty. Patrick, after some initial fussing, slept politely in his swing for the rest of the visit.
And money sucks. To much month at the end of it. Big decisions will need to be made. Perhaps we'll just move back home with Mom.
Kidding, Mom. :)
Evening highlighted by a great visit with Lena and Alicia. Lena made biscuits with homemade raspberry jam, I bought brownies, and Alicia brought ricotta cheesecake. Nasty girl, she wouldn't take the leftovers home with her, but left them at my house. And we had "You Go Girl" Red Wine. Very tasty. Patrick, after some initial fussing, slept politely in his swing for the rest of the visit.
And money sucks. To much month at the end of it. Big decisions will need to be made. Perhaps we'll just move back home with Mom.
Kidding, Mom. :)
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Better morning
Patrick and I slept great last night. Woke up for the second time at 7am, and we were both much more cheerful. I get my haircut today, Lena (and hopefully Alicia) are coming over for treats, and we've hit the puppy park this morning, therefore we have happy puppies!
Currently the biddy is snoozing in my Bali Baby wrap quite content. I've been able to do some light housework. Life is good this morning.
And thanks for the phone call Mom!
Currently the biddy is snoozing in my Bali Baby wrap quite content. I've been able to do some light housework. Life is good this morning.
And thanks for the phone call Mom!
Seven Weeks
Dear Patrick: You are seven weeks old!
It's been a challenging few days for you and Mommy. As you grow and start to incorporate more of the world into your reality, you've become a bit of a grump. You've been irritable, a fitful napper, and overall difficult to please during the day. Bless the Lord that you still sleep decently at night. This is keeping Mommy from completely losing it.
We had a rough day yesterday, you and I. It seemed like nothing truly would sooth you, but the minute Daddy put you in the swing you would settle down. Didn't you want me to hold you? Didn't you like me, your Mommy, the one who feeds you? I felt insecure, that if I was a good Mommy I would know what you wanted. I cried more than once yesterday. Thank God Daddy was around to remind me of a few things. He said that you just had your own personality, that sometimes it was alright that you would rather take things in by yourself than in somebody's arms. It reminded me that I'm not always a very snuggly person either. I read an essay in "MotherShock" that commented on similar feelings, being "liked" by your baby. The author said that watching videos of those early weeks later on, she could see how her baby responded to her voice and presence in a way that was impossible for her to know in the moment. I hope that moment comes soon for me as well.
You do have lots of new skills. You can find your hands and bring them to your mouth, a favorite pastime. I'm not sure that you get that you make your hands move, although the thought might occur to you occasionally. You're legs never stop kicking, and nursing has become a rather physical activity. Let me say it again, nipples are not portable. When Mommy and Daddy pick the right moment, you settle yourself to sleep pretty nicely, especially at night. While I love cuddling you to sleep, I don't want to do it every night for the next 24 months. So I'll just be grateful that you'll go back to sleep (for the most part) at 3:29am. Since that is the time I'm writing this post, obviously you go back to sleep better than your Mommy. During the night, you'll sleep for four to six hours on average. This is pure and complete luck. I don't credit any of those books or theories for this accomplishment. It's just what you do, all I can do is encourage it.
We're getting the hang of this Mommy/Son thing. I'll just cut us some slack, we've never done these jobs before.
Love
Mommy
Monday, August 06, 2007
I went to my first mommy/baby yoga class. What a blast! Although I didn't get much yoga in, I learned (quickly) that my ab muscles have disappeared. Where did they go? I must have left them at the hospital.
Then I went to a charge nurse meeting at work. I've missed the work gossip and goings on. Part of me is excited to get back into the swing of things. Patrick did great at the meeting, although less sleepy than I was hoping for.
Currently, I'm alone in the house. Kevin said, "I'm going to Target and I'm taking Patrick with me. You don't need to come." I've decided that all those moms on Dr Phil who say my child is 4 years old and we've never been separated are out of their bloody minds. This is great. Except what will I do with my free time? Use the breast pump.
The basil sorbet? From Bon Appatite magazine. Tastes neat, but doesn't look as pretty because the basil wasn't super-fresh.
Then I went to a charge nurse meeting at work. I've missed the work gossip and goings on. Part of me is excited to get back into the swing of things. Patrick did great at the meeting, although less sleepy than I was hoping for.
Currently, I'm alone in the house. Kevin said, "I'm going to Target and I'm taking Patrick with me. You don't need to come." I've decided that all those moms on Dr Phil who say my child is 4 years old and we've never been separated are out of their bloody minds. This is great. Except what will I do with my free time? Use the breast pump.
The basil sorbet? From Bon Appatite magazine. Tastes neat, but doesn't look as pretty because the basil wasn't super-fresh.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Kevin is done with Camp: Part One.
Of course, poor man, he won't get much rest. Trim and porch need painting. Yardwork is waiting. And I need the occasional baby break. But the Biddy (part four) has had a good day. I was able to make banana bread and Basil sorbet while he napped in the swing. I also cleaned the fridge of all the veggies I'd forgotten about. We took an afternoon walk in North Tacoma, and earlier in the day we made it to the dog park.
And I have some more fun plans this week!
But I'm free Wednesday night....Kevin is at gaming....potluck anybody?
Of course, poor man, he won't get much rest. Trim and porch need painting. Yardwork is waiting. And I need the occasional baby break. But the Biddy (part four) has had a good day. I was able to make banana bread and Basil sorbet while he napped in the swing. I also cleaned the fridge of all the veggies I'd forgotten about. We took an afternoon walk in North Tacoma, and earlier in the day we made it to the dog park.
And I have some more fun plans this week!
But I'm free Wednesday night....Kevin is at gaming....potluck anybody?
Saturday, August 04, 2007
I have lots of interesting things I'd like to blog about.
Eating local and organic
Getting rid of HFSC in the kitchen
Jumping off the supermommy train to be a "perfectly good" mommy
But those would require coherent sentence structure and essay format. And I have a six week old. So perhaps later, when Kevin is home for longer than two hours and can do baby care during the grumpy time, 7-9pm.
Instead, bits and pieces...
Patrick is sleeping in longer stretches at night. Five to seven hours! I take no credit for this wonder, as I believe that (for the most part) kids have sleep habits like parents have sleep habits and not much doing will influence a kid to be any different. It's pure and total luck, but I'll take it. He's currently sleeping in a portable swing (big thanks to Jenny A for the hand-me-down). She gave me the perfect advice to run errands during his grumpy time. Sounds a bit counterproductive, but she said that if my biddy wants entertainment, walking around Target and Fred Meyer will do the trick. We tried it last night, an evening trip to Borders. It worked, and he even ate for about 20 minutes next to the cookbooks.
I'm having a bit of a challenge finding something cute to wear to a wedding next weekend that I can breastfeed in. The bride and groom have graciously invited our Patrick (he's the youngest guest they've said), and I don't want to pump and bring bottles. That's too much work. Easier to just feed him normally. Therefore, wardrobe must be taken into account. The one top I thought would work, no good. Too tight with my new boobs. I found a cute shirt at Annette B, a charming boutique in Tacoma. Too expensive. But I did buy a new sling, hope I can figure it out. Still not sure on the size. Again, the boobs are in the way.
Eating local and organic
Getting rid of HFSC in the kitchen
Jumping off the supermommy train to be a "perfectly good" mommy
But those would require coherent sentence structure and essay format. And I have a six week old. So perhaps later, when Kevin is home for longer than two hours and can do baby care during the grumpy time, 7-9pm.
Instead, bits and pieces...
Patrick is sleeping in longer stretches at night. Five to seven hours! I take no credit for this wonder, as I believe that (for the most part) kids have sleep habits like parents have sleep habits and not much doing will influence a kid to be any different. It's pure and total luck, but I'll take it. He's currently sleeping in a portable swing (big thanks to Jenny A for the hand-me-down). She gave me the perfect advice to run errands during his grumpy time. Sounds a bit counterproductive, but she said that if my biddy wants entertainment, walking around Target and Fred Meyer will do the trick. We tried it last night, an evening trip to Borders. It worked, and he even ate for about 20 minutes next to the cookbooks.
I'm having a bit of a challenge finding something cute to wear to a wedding next weekend that I can breastfeed in. The bride and groom have graciously invited our Patrick (he's the youngest guest they've said), and I don't want to pump and bring bottles. That's too much work. Easier to just feed him normally. Therefore, wardrobe must be taken into account. The one top I thought would work, no good. Too tight with my new boobs. I found a cute shirt at Annette B, a charming boutique in Tacoma. Too expensive. But I did buy a new sling, hope I can figure it out. Still not sure on the size. Again, the boobs are in the way.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Kevin got home about 10pm last night, drained from another long day with the kids' camp at work. But he gave me a big hug. "I'm sorry you had a rough evening with him," he said.
I had told him earlier on the phone that I needed a bit of a break tomorrow before he went to work. So he's taking the morning shift today. And Patrick, having mercy on his mommy, slept from 9pm-4am (sweet!), then napped on until 7am after his early morning snack. So I got up with my biddy, gave him a big ol' meal, changed him into a cutie outfit (it's such a mommy stereotype, but Kevin doesn't put him in matching clothes), and chatted with him for a while. At 7:45am, I woke up Kevin. "Here you go, Daddy!" Currently they are downstairs watching Rick Steve's episode on Poland.
And I am drinking a leisurely cup of coffee while surfing the internet. Now if I could only get my girls (Danica and Freya) to go bug Daddy as well, I'd have the perfect morning.
I had told him earlier on the phone that I needed a bit of a break tomorrow before he went to work. So he's taking the morning shift today. And Patrick, having mercy on his mommy, slept from 9pm-4am (sweet!), then napped on until 7am after his early morning snack. So I got up with my biddy, gave him a big ol' meal, changed him into a cutie outfit (it's such a mommy stereotype, but Kevin doesn't put him in matching clothes), and chatted with him for a while. At 7:45am, I woke up Kevin. "Here you go, Daddy!" Currently they are downstairs watching Rick Steve's episode on Poland.
And I am drinking a leisurely cup of coffee while surfing the internet. Now if I could only get my girls (Danica and Freya) to go bug Daddy as well, I'd have the perfect morning.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Hit the zoo the other day for a super playdate with the mommies and a few daddies thrown into the mix to keep things sassy. What a blast. Patrick was exceptional, slept the whole time with a snack thrown in for good measure. Kids were charming (seriously guys, they did great), and I just felt so lucky to have such a great support group with delightful friends. And it's growing, thanks to Miss "Elle" joining our little group.
But we are definately at the Six Week Peek. I'm really excited for my baby to become more charming. Today, unless he was eating or sleeping, he was a bitchy grump. Who would have thought a baby could be bitchy? Not so fun in the hot house with Kevin gone all day. I've already given him the heads up: until his work-thing in the afternoon, the kid is all his. Of course, that's his good nap time. So Kevin will probably watch Patrick sleep in the swing while he plays video games. Jerk.
But Patrick finally fell asleep in his swing downstairs, allowing me to run around like a madwoman straightening up, checking the computer, and hopefully pumping before I go to bed. I'll probably wake him up for a quick snack, and pray for another 5-6 hours of good sleep for my grumpy biddy.
But we are definately at the Six Week Peek. I'm really excited for my baby to become more charming. Today, unless he was eating or sleeping, he was a bitchy grump. Who would have thought a baby could be bitchy? Not so fun in the hot house with Kevin gone all day. I've already given him the heads up: until his work-thing in the afternoon, the kid is all his. Of course, that's his good nap time. So Kevin will probably watch Patrick sleep in the swing while he plays video games. Jerk.
But Patrick finally fell asleep in his swing downstairs, allowing me to run around like a madwoman straightening up, checking the computer, and hopefully pumping before I go to bed. I'll probably wake him up for a quick snack, and pray for another 5-6 hours of good sleep for my grumpy biddy.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Six Weeks
Dear Patrick: You are six weeks old! (yesterday)
Mommy has lots of pictures on her camera of you. She knows that all your Grandmas would just love to see them. But because she's a tech doofus, it will wait until Daddy has a spare moment. Given the joys of his job, that might be before you are two years old. We'll try to improve on that timeline to prevent family catastrophe.
You have hit what is known as the "Six Week Peak." You are a grumpy little buddy, particular in your needs while awake. What works changes on a regular basis. Tonight, hanging in the Bali Breeze Wrap is successful. Yesterday it was sitting on the bouncing ball with Grandma and (you guessed it), bouncing.
Do to your delightful personality at the moment, you would be a lot more appealing if you started smiling. We get occasional glimpses, but they are fleeting and probably related to your bowels than anything Mommy and Daddy are doing.
Daddy gave you your first bottle the other day, and I was pretty sad about it. Because feeding you is the one thing that only I can do to comfort you. I was so afraid that you'd like it better than me. Luckily, that is not proving to be the case, and I maintain my status as your personal cow.
You also slept your longest stretch last night. From 9:30pm to 3:30am. Six Hours! It really made up for your hourly meetings the night before.
I must confess, you are rather boring at times in this baby blob phase. Mommy has quickly gotten over feeling guilty for reading a book or listening to her iPod while you eat. She has no desire to be a "Supermom." "Perfectly Good Mom" is my going goal. And I'm doing a fine job.
Despite your grumpy phase, you are still our special little guy. We wouldn't trade you for any other baby (mostly).
Love
Mommy
Mommy has lots of pictures on her camera of you. She knows that all your Grandmas would just love to see them. But because she's a tech doofus, it will wait until Daddy has a spare moment. Given the joys of his job, that might be before you are two years old. We'll try to improve on that timeline to prevent family catastrophe.
You have hit what is known as the "Six Week Peak." You are a grumpy little buddy, particular in your needs while awake. What works changes on a regular basis. Tonight, hanging in the Bali Breeze Wrap is successful. Yesterday it was sitting on the bouncing ball with Grandma and (you guessed it), bouncing.
Do to your delightful personality at the moment, you would be a lot more appealing if you started smiling. We get occasional glimpses, but they are fleeting and probably related to your bowels than anything Mommy and Daddy are doing.
Daddy gave you your first bottle the other day, and I was pretty sad about it. Because feeding you is the one thing that only I can do to comfort you. I was so afraid that you'd like it better than me. Luckily, that is not proving to be the case, and I maintain my status as your personal cow.
You also slept your longest stretch last night. From 9:30pm to 3:30am. Six Hours! It really made up for your hourly meetings the night before.
I must confess, you are rather boring at times in this baby blob phase. Mommy has quickly gotten over feeling guilty for reading a book or listening to her iPod while you eat. She has no desire to be a "Supermom." "Perfectly Good Mom" is my going goal. And I'm doing a fine job.
Despite your grumpy phase, you are still our special little guy. We wouldn't trade you for any other baby (mostly).
Love
Mommy
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