Send drugs
My favorite baby is teething. At the same time he's also congested (alas, he appears to have his parents proclivity for sinusitis). He's been a sweetie pie through all of it, but he's not sleeping at night. He wakes up trying to chew on the bedding and then getting upset because it's not crazy effective. Therefore I am not sleeping at night. Chris has been sent out for Orajel and teething ring. I'm sort of just trying to keep my shit together at this point because I've already had two conversations where I've lost my train of thought in the middle of a sentence.
Gosh, and we only have 20 teeth to get through, this should be a blast.
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A Deranged Mind
- Well one positive thing about the possibility of Obama vs Huckabee is at least we will have the treat of listening to good orators. I’m not sure we will or won’t like what we hear, but after 8+ years of Ws mumblings, it’s going to be refreshing.
- I know I’m old. How? I just looked at one of my co-workers and thought “Cute kid”.
- This is a primer on how NOT to convert people to veganism. (Scroll to the comments after the tip). http://www.idealbite.com/tiplibrary/archives/truth_or_dairy/
I was starting to giggle when we got to cow rape racks. C’mon. Do you REALLY think that the natural process of cow breeding involves wine, a nice dinner of hay, and mood lighting? I have plenty of issues with some of the things that go on with factory farms, but it’s hard to take someone seriously when their rhetoric is SO over the top. Start slow, start where people are. You’ll get more converts to your point of view. - Saturday morning Porter started reaching for Ginger. And grabbing her hair with both hands. Fortunately her hair is short, and blessedly, she’s super patient. We’re going to have to work on “petting” with him. He got Fred’s long hair later in the day, and Fred just gave him an “oh &%(*” look and waited for me to rescue him. We have the best dogs.
- As long as there’s no major scandal, I’m guessing we’ll be complaining about President Obama next year. (Oh c'mon, you know you'll complain about whoever it is). It just has that feel to it. A math professor of mine, every year at evaluations would tell us “Be honest. But you should also know I’m tenured. I’d have to have sex with a freshman at noon in the middle of a busy street to get fired.” Obama feels like he’s tenured.
- Woohoo! Went for my first bike ride since I had Porter. It was New Year's day. And I went around the block. DAMN it was cold. And I was under dressed. And we had hills. When did we grow those? The whole thing was downright embarrassing. I'm just going to have to start slower after a year+ off the bike.
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Zippity Doo Dah...
So the bad news is that yesterday was Porter's 4 month checkup and therefore shots day. Poor guy. Shots day extends beyond the joy of sticking needles into the baby's legs. It also means that for the rest of the day, he pretty much feels like crap. I came home from work around 3 PM, and spent the afternoon curled up with him in bed so he could sleep/nurse/sleeeeep/wake/fuss/sleeeeeepppppp....
I'm going to burn in Mommy hell for admitting this, but the boy slept from 10:30 last night until 5:30 this morning. Man, I love shots day. I haven't had 7 straight hours of sleep since he was born. My previous best was when he was sleeping 7 straight hours starting from around 8PM. That equated to about 5 hours for me, which was pretty sweet. That was the week of Thanksgiving, but it all went out the window when I went back to work. Hopefully Chris doesn't call me any time soon to tell me that the little man has a fever and is sick. That would suck the joy right out of my morning. But in the meantime, I was dancing in the car on the way to work. All of that spare energy! Sweet!
Zippity doo dah, Zippity - aaaaa
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Porter to Fatmarc
(Mommy to Porter....I can't wait for Prom.)
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Lotus-Eater no more
After three months of spending my time like a
lotus-eater with nothing more to do than stare lovingly at my baby's face and wonder why the heck he's still crying, I'm now back at work. It's a little rough, but one saving grace is that I'm leaving Porter with the person I trust most in the world to take care of him - Chris. And at least I took 3 months off with him and wasn't stuck with the unfortunate world of 6 paid weeks and then back to work. So far it hasn't been end of the world. I suspect that will actually be the worst in January when I start having to work full weeks. In December, this is my only full work week, and then I have one or two days off every week. But man....what a drag this is.
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Why it pays to have friends who are graphic designers
My friend Kathy's handiwork...
Before
After:
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Man...
What a day. I could do with the remote and a cold beer.
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Bring me Solo and the Wookie
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Wah
Things I'm missing only 2 months into this parenting thing:
- caffeine. I want my Dr Pepper, darn it.
- dairy - I miss cheese, and ice cream, and butter and yogurt and... Alas, Porter doesn't seem to take well to dairy.
- being able to pick up my keys and walk out the door. Ok, Chris just spit his drink all over the computer screen. More accurately, I miss being able to look for my keys for 10 minutes, then borrow Chris's keys and walk out the door.
- alcohol. Pre pregnancy, I had a drink about once a month, tops. Now, just knowing that I can't/shouldn't is enough to make me miss it.
- being able to walk the dogs without 15lbs of baby strapped to my chest. There are days when I'm like "Is this what a disc rupture feels like?"
- sleeping through the night. God, I miss sleep.
But this little guy? Totally worth it. At least that's what I chanted the whole time I was in caffeine withdrawal:
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Sweet! Sort of...
So the good news is....I've lost 30lbs of pregnancy weight.
The bad news is...a lot of it is muscle weight.
The good news is....7 weeks to get fit before I have to juggle mommy-hood and work.
The bad news is....I have a LOT of work to do.
The good news is at least I'm not doing the 9 up-9 down thing. And I'm going to stop it there, because really, this is nothing to complain about. Tonight Fred and I are going for a run.
Labels: Porter, pregnancy
Perverse
One thing that's been a real adventure with this motherhood thing is that I need the ability to wake from a sound sleep and figure out what my baby wants, usually within a few seconds if I don't want full scale shrieking to begin.
Last night the whimpering had started, so I offered him a bit to eat from the left side. NO! NO! NO! WRONG! and the whimpering progressed into whining. So it was off to the changing table. Where I discovered that his diaper was dry. NO! NO! Now the screaming was in full force and the whole family was awake. Ginger, who much to our surprise has shown that she had room in her pea brain for a spark of maternal instinct, fled the room for the first time since I'd brought the baby home.
Now, I'm stumped. He doesn't want food and his diaper is dry? So maybe we'll try the right side. Except...at this point Porter is well and truly pissed. He's had to endure a diaper check and this incompetent doesn't know what he wants. And because he's been unswaddled to check his diaper, the angry flail has begun. In desperation I decide to try the right side's food offerings. But now I have to get past the ninja hands, and I'm getting pretty beat up in the process. On the plus side he hasn't landed any blows on his own face, so that's good. Finally I manage to get food to baby mouth and the crying and flailing ceases immediately. I guess the left side offering was unacceptable, but the right is O.K.
Just goes to prove what I always suspected as a single women. Boys are perverse.
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3 Weeks down, 933 to go
Today is 3 weeks since Porter was born, and we're sort of settling into a sort of a soft focus pattern to the day. But I have gotten to see some movies, and more than caught up on a bunch of TLC/Style Network/BBC shows. I'm now officially hooked on Hotel Babylon, Clean House, What Not to Wear, Mythbusters, Dirty Jobs... It's going to be tough to go back to work, it'll feel like going cold turkey on TV. We've also watched "
Hot Fuzz" (Very funny - think "Shaun of the Dead"), "
Blood Diamond" (eh....a little preachy), and I watched "
Paint Your Wagon" (Any musical which features Lee Marvin and Clint Eastwood singing is not at all intimidating for my croaking along). Unfortunately I'm still figuring out how to hold a baby and do things, so not much else gets done. That and I'm endlessly fascinated by the faces the boy makes. I know this will eventually wear off, but for now I just settle for looking at him and thinking "You were inside of me?! How the hell did THAT work."
The adventure continues.
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You call that a Victory Salute?
Please, my 2 week old son does that in his sleep.
Labels: cycling, Porter
It's a BOY!
Porter Deon
Born Aug 23
7lbs 11 oz
19 1/4 inches tall
Mom, Dad and Baby are all exhausted
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