Whoever said babies sleep better once they start solids was full of crap.
Christmas Cheer = Family, Friends and FOOD! December 26, 2008
We had ham, and Hammy had sweet potatoes. Yum! It was his first official big boy meal and did he ever love it! He probably would have eaten a six pack of sweet potatoes if baby food was packaged that way. Check him out!
It Was Fun While it Lasted December 24, 2008
After a couple weeks of well rested joy, my baby has turned into a screaming, not sleeping, food spitting troll. Where did my easy days go? For a good stretch he was only waking up at night once or twice. Now we’re back to three or four times. I suppose this will remedy itself once he can roll over. It seems that part of the time all I have to do is roll him into a new position and he’s right back to sleep.
And after having some awesome naps last week, the kind where he woud lay down in his crib, fall asleep on his own, and stay asleep for a couple hours, we are back to catnaps that last maybe 40 minutes if I’m lucky. The past few days he’s been resistant to taking an afternoon nap at all which means all hell breaks loose around 5pm each night.
I’ve been mixing his morning cereal with formula and a little banana to make it taste good, but he hasn’t been fooled. He hates the taste of the formula even if it is disguised as solid food. Today he learned that if he coughs with a full mouth of food it will evacuate his mouth at a high rate of speed. Which is his ultimate goal. I’m just so afraid that with the introduction of solids, my milk will slow down and I’ll have to give him formula. Which will incite a riot. He’s been crying for the last hour and a half because I haven’t given him a boob, I don’t know how much of this drama I can take, you know? And it’s not just crying, it’s full body rage. He won’t play with his toys and won’t watch his movie. How will I ever wean him?
I wish he would sleep and eat like a normal person.
I need coffee.
Baby Steps December 18, 2008
Two days ago I went jogging for the first time since Henry was born. I’ve been eager to lose all this flab but the universe has posed some interesting obstacles for me. Finding a place to work out was my biggest problem. My gym membership at Bally is very affordable but they don’t provide child care. To switch to 24 Hour Fitness would cost exponentially more. I could do workout DVDs at home, but I hate doing that. And going running in my neighborhood is out of the question.
When I first moved here I would go jogging on my own street. One day the city cut down all the trees on the vacant lots because a man had been hiding in the bushes and attacking women on the sidewalk. So then I started rollerblading on the Little Econ Greenway, it was quiet and nicely paved. But then Nicole Ganguzza was murdered there last June. The other day I picked a nice suburban street with smooth sidewalks and a place to park my car. I wasn’t expecting to workout in the wake of the helicopters covering the murder site of Caylee Anthony an unidentified female child.
(Add those three instances to the hookers on my lawn, the guys who mugged my neighbor, the people who tried to steal my rims, and the drug dealers upstairs, is it any wonder why I applied for my concealed weapons permit?)
I stuffed the jogging stroller into the car and slathered Henry with SPF 50 and we were on our way a-jogging.
It was my intention to do a 32 minute workout. 8 reps of 2 minute walk/2 minute jog. It was really tough! I honestly think giving birth was easier. My legs felt like lead, it was like I was dragging them through a swamp just to get through two minutes. In the sixth set I only made it through 1:30 of jog. By the seventh set I could barely eke out :30 of jog.
Even though I didn’t meet my goal I’m still surprised I did as well as I did. Using a stroller presented some new challenges, it certainly limits my range of motion since I can’t swing my arms. And I picked the dang hottest day we’ve had in weeks. I look forward to more productive workouts in the future.
An Update on the “Lycos” Post December 17, 2008
The “Lycos Users Must Be Gay” post must have just hit the search engines today… which proves my point.
The traffic through my blog today has SKYROCKETED, and you wanna know why? Everyone has used the search term “Holly Madison” to find their way here. Not one single search referral was from the term “Clay Aiken”.
So, what’s the deal with Lycos? Obviously Holly Madison is getting more hits than Clay Aiken. Are they simply unwilling to admit that a Playboy model is what people are searching the internet for? Well, duh.
Here, enjoy a video.
4 Month Shots December 16, 2008
We took Henry in for his 4 month check up yesterday. He is now 15 lbs. 11 oz. and 25 3/4″ long. I thought he’d be heavier but I guess I’m just weary from carrying him around all the time 🙂 Still, he is in the 80th percentile for his weight and 75th percentile for his height which means he’s a big boy.
Henry’s regular doctor was on vacation so we saw another one in the practice. She was FABULOUS. We’ll probably start making our appointments with her, hope doc number one isn’t offended. She gave us the green light to go full steam ahead with solid foods. She said he needs it because of his large size and superhero strength. She was very impressed with his ability to push up and blow bubbles. I have a genius kid!
After all the good news he got five rounds of vaccines – four shots and one oral. Within about half an hour he had sad face and an overall lethargic disposition. Thanks to that, Justin and I were able to have a meal in a restaurant without having to bounce him on a knee or swing him in the carseat. Just a regular old meal. I forgot how awesome that could be!
Later in the evening he started feeling very crummy. He was inconsolable. He didn’t want to sit up or lay down, didn’t want to eat, didn’t want to play, didn’t want to watch tv. He was just not feeling himself. We gave him a hit of Tylenol which brought his spirits up a bit. Enough to eat all his oatmeal cereal, at least.
He slept like a bear in winter, going six straight hours in the first round, then two hours, then one more. He’s a good boy.