Innovation

I don't know why but my son loves his owl mobile in his swing and hates his teddy bear mobile above his crib. But what does he love to look at while wiggling on his back in his crib? That would be the soccer balls hanging above the crib under the shelf. SO much that een if he is at a bad angle - he will crane his neck backward in order to stare at them.

Ironically one day my husband pulled the balls off the nail they were hanging on to which Logan started screaming - so he immediately put them back - and Logan stopped and was happy again. However, I came home to find this - and to which Logan now looks at with happiness when he is wiggling in his crib. It was an interesting moment as I was both extremely proud of my husband for coming up with something so simple that made sense for our little guy, and yet found myself thinking - why did "I" not come up with this idea? As if my all knowing super mommy powers had failed me. LOL

Rookie Mommy Part II

Today was the first day I tried to cut Logan’s finger nails. You see where this is going don’t you?

So I was humming along and thinking it was all going quite well. And I was really excited because I had been doing the filing thing up to this point and it was kind of pissing me off. First of all - it only sort of worked. I would kind of get some nail filed and then I would have to wait for it to rip part way off on its own in order for me to then rip it off the full way. And Logan hated the file on his fingers.

Anywho.....I picked him up off the changing table, went to the couch, sat down and started to give him his bottle when I looked down and saw all this red stuff on my white shirt. What is that? And then I realize he has it all over his pj and some on his bib. And then I realize.................... I screwed up. I nicked his finger and it is bleeding! AAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!

So of course I do a mini mom freak out and pull the bottle out and rush him back to the changing pad to figure out which finger it was – it was his thumb. And it just would not stop bleeding. I was like – it’s not that freaking big of a nick – wtf??? SO I tried putting pressure on it with a wet baby wash cloth – no dice. I tried putting a band aid on it – what a cluster f*ck. Trying to put a band aid first of all on any thumb is a hard thing to do - never mind a baby thumb where he is still doing the thumb squeeze next to the index finger and some spastic hand movements (and kicking your stomach in the process). It's the equivalent of trying to drink something while on a roller coaster ride - just doesn't work.

Finally a couple band aids later I was able to get a smaller band aid on it and dropped some Neosporin in the top – to which it still continued to bleed for another 5 minutes and I eventually had to put a new band aid on as well. Ironically Logan seemed totally fine throughout all of this and was looking at me more like – what’s wrong mommy? I am trying to not freak out so I don’t freak him out but of course I am freaked out and frustrated at myself and frustrated that his finger wouldn’t stop bleeding. I mean - didn't they give him that Vitamin K shot at the hospital to help with blood clotting? That would be handy right about now to start kicking in. I know it was just a little nick on the finger and I am quite sure that just about every mommy has done the same thing at some point with their small one. So I was able to move on from this issue - more so because he was not screaming or crying at me and making me feel like the worst mommy ever.

My New Outlook

Welcome to Mommyhood

Well I could have probably named the post about a million different things like for Shits and (no) Giggles, but it still seemed appropriate. So today I went back to the clinic to get my glucose test results back from my fasting the other day to see if i still have diabetes. Turns out i DON'T!! THANK GOD!!!!!! In fact my 2 hour glucose test was better than my fasting result. And my Vitamin D test was one of the best she had ever seen. Now on to the shit story.

So because I knew this little trip was going to be pretty short, I almost didn't bring the diaper bag. I mean he was going to be in the car most of the time. And they had wanted me to bring Logan so they could see him. And being a mommy - I wanted to show my baby boy off. However, the first problem was, I had to wake Logan up from a nap -and he was content in that nap too. Then I had to change his clothes - cause I had to make him look cuter than he was. Then I had to put him in the car seat - which he hates.

As I was backing out of the driveway, my lioness ears heard a noise. "Did he just shit his pants?" I thought. No - he already had a poopy diaper this morning. And he never poops more than once outside of 15 minutes and never more than once a day. But even if he did, I thought - it was probably just a small one - although those farts sounded pretty good. So we drive along and of course he starts to cry which is a bit off cause he usually is pretty good in the car once I start driving - my mommy instinct kicked in and I thought - I think he is sitting in his poop. He calms down a bit until we get to the hospital. Then he starts up again. To complicate matters - i couldn't get the stupid car seat out of the car when I got there which meant he was crying longer. Finally I get to the clinic but tell the front desk lady - I think he has a dirty diaper - can I go change that first? Because of course - changing him meant taking longer and being late for the appointment. So for the first time i was going to use a bathroom changing table.

Logan hated it. It was definitely not soft and warm like the ones he has at home. As I take off his pants, I look around the back and realize - OH MY GOD. Not only did he shit his pants - he shit through his onesie. And Logan is crying. So I am puling out the onesie (good thing that was in the diaper bag) to change him into and pull out the diaper, the wipes, the vinyl changing pad and the disposable baggies to put the poopy diaper in. But here is the rub, as I was trying to wipe his butt and back off - the poop kept creeping up his backside. And I realized - I have to get this stupid onesie off.

How the hell am I supposed to get this pooped on onesie off and over his head without smearing his head in it? OMG. And let me paint you a better picture. This isn't no solid poop diaper or where the onesie has just a little bit of poop on it. This was a full diarrhea style poopy diaper that by the time I was done had covered about a 3x4 inch area on his backside. So as i am trying to think if I can physically tear this sucker off with my two hands meanwhile Logan is screaming at this point, I'm realizing - I can't. So I take the onesie and kind of wipe the liquid poo off the back and tuck it under and start rolling it under. Then I get the front of it over the top of his head and now Logan is just a little pooey. Big breath.

Many wipes later my son has a new diaper, a new onesie and his pants and jacket back on. Meanwhile I am looking at this poopy soaked onesie and saying to myself what the fuck am I supposed to do with this? Insert continuously crying baby while I am trying to process this. Now my husband - he would have thrown it away. Or maybe even thrown it in a plastic baggie - but eventually thrown it away. But in my moment I kept thinking - this is still one of the few onesies he can still fit into - I don't want to throw it away. But realizing that means I have to now take it home and do the rinse out, scrub off and then wash. So that is what I do. And let me tell you - that is soooooo not a fun chore to do. By the time I got around to washing and scrubbing it out - the poo covered almost all of the backside of the onesie. However, the washer has gotten the residual poo and the poo stain OUT. Whew.

So when I got home I put Logan in the tubby for a bath, reclothed and diapered and fed him 6 ounces and then he passed out.

New Mommy Lesson:
I will never leave home without the diaper bag - no matter what. And I will always have that diaper bag stocked with everything you could possibly need.

Can you say....

WE'RE GOING TO SOUTH AFRICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Summer 2010 - Last night the US boys got it done in Honduras by winning 3-2. It was a crazy second half but who cares - we have booked our place! Now we just have to look like we can compete.

Those Soft Baby Cheeks

Is there really anything sweeter than kissing your baby's soft adorable cheeks? Man I love baby skin.

It's now been the last couple days that Logan has looked at me and given me a smile. Like he knows I am momma.

But man - does he really need to be awake for hours on end? Mommy only has so much know how on how to keep a baby that can't play entertained.

And he is getting so big now even after one month that his enormous feet are stretching his little pj footies! Oh no! Looks like he is going to be in bigger clothes sooner than the 3 month mark. He's a healthy little one! That's for sure - you can tell just by looking at those plump cheeks and fingers!

I can't believe my little guy is almost three weeks old. And yet - I totally can. After the first two weeks I finally felt like I was coming out of a bit of a baby fog. Not that my multi tasking self had it all figured out and was up and at em, but I was able to physically function a little better, was able to start getting a hang of this mom thing, and just getting to a good place with my new family unit. After having him be a pretty darn good baby for the first couple of weeks - we then pulled the trigger and said to hell with breast feeding. And really - I can't tell you how much happier I feel. So much that the crying immediately went down by 50-75%. Now I typically am only crying when I see something on TV that is talking about a parent losing their child. That sends me over the edge. But for the most part - I am doing pretty good. I've lost 30 pounds already. Have 20 more to go to make pre-pregnancy weight, and then ideally I want to lose an additional 20 to get to my ideal weight. We shall see how this all happens.

My son has given me my first real life lesson (not that I didn't know these were coming) that what Mommy wants Logan to have may not be what Logan wants. As a result, we went through some growing pains with the formula I wanted him on and as a result - it did not seem to have a good effect on him. So we changed formula - and the sky seems to have opened and the sun is now shining on us once again.

Rookie parenting and tricks mommy is learning.
When i say rookie parenting - it is all minor stuff that really isn't that big of a deal, but has you thinking - I should probably be a bit smarter about that. Like the first time Logan decided to pee outside his diaper. I sat there watching it like a deer in headlights. The second time I put a wipe on his weeny as a reflex only to remember the doctor said not to do that on the new circumcision cause it might burn. Or the time that as I was carrying the poopy diaper to the trash can I realized I had it practically shoved in his face. Yum. Or one of the first bottles that Tony put together - he realized after the act that he had down the measuring wrong. And one time he had a cap inside the bottle that prevented it from letting the formula out - so as a result he sat there in the middle of the night feeding Logan air for about 20 minutes. You would have thought Logan would have squawked or something but nope - he kept trying to suck that air down. LOL Or how about when you go to the store only to realize you bought the wrong size diapers? We've done that a couple times now.

One of our tricks we have learned is that he loves to be hot! SO much that if we want to crib him - we have to put a heating pad on his mattress to warm it up so when we put him down - he doesn't wake up (and stay awake). He loves to have his arms out and about - so we tuck the blanket under his arms. Half the time we see him sleeping with his arms above his head.

After going out a couple times now - we know now why there is so many pockets in the diaper bag! We forgot a blanket ......and clothes.........LOL