Finding calm in the chaos

Finding calm in the chaos

Thursday, November 27, 2008

the Sandman Chronicles: I've got him trained

We spent last night at Team Eddys' house, which made for a hard night with Sam. I think he woke up 7 times last night. Fortunately, most of the time, he just needed his pacifier replaced and sung to.

At one point, I crawled back into the warm bed and sang to him from there. Joe stirred in his sleep, noticed I was singing and began singing to Sam, too.



I don't think Sam noticed we were singing two different songs.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

6 month baby check

Sam's 6 months and 1 week old.


Here are the stats:


He weighs 19lbs and 11 oz (75th percentile).


He is 27 inches long (75th percentile).




So, our fat baby is not SOOO fat. Guess that's what happens when you become more mobile.

if you've ever wondered...



...what it would be like to drive 600 miles in your husband's crappy hippie van with a newly immunized, cranky baby, just to hold your new twin nieces with your twin sister...

...it's the most amazing experience ever!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

it happened in a dream

It was a rough night last night. Sam was running a fever and couldn't sleep or nurse. And, he didn't even want his dad to look at him. He'd cry whenever he saw Joe come into his room.

So, it was mom-duty all night long. From 11:15pm to 4:21 am this morning, when I finally decided to call in Joe, in spite of Sam's wishes.

When I finally fell asleep, I thought Sam was falling off the bed and reached out to grab him...



...only to find I was desperately clutching a pouting Schatzi, who'd been sleeping on my feet.

Monday, November 24, 2008

I'm an aunt again!...and again!

You've probably heard the good news, so I thought I'd share some comparison pictures of the cousins. For identical twins, I think the girls look pretty distinct. And, I don't think they look much like their brother or cousin.

We're heading up north tomorrow to see these two little cuties.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

half birthday

Yesterday was Sam's half birthday and we celebrated by taking him to an open house at my office...great food, great visiting, great wine. Unfortunately, our overtired boy turned into a pumpkin before too long and we headed home around 6:30pm to put him to bed.

Sorry about the lack of posts this week. Our laptop got a virus and is in the shop.

Friday, November 14, 2008

what do you call it?

My nephew, Noah, was a champion nurser. He loved nursing, which his family calls "having a boob". I thought this was a cute phrase until Noah started talking and, instead of calling Amy "mama", just began referring her "Boo". Later, as his language skills progressed, he'd shout, "Have a boob?" in public.

Because of this, I swore I'd never refer to nursing as "having a boob" to Sam. My mom meticulously refers to it as "breastfeeding", which I find cumbersome. We used to say, "Do you want to nurse?" but it never came naturally because I always associated nursing with my profession and not really with attaching an infant to my boob. We then tried, "Do you want to eat?" but now we're using "eat" for eating solids. Someone suggested "num-nums", but I felt stupid saying that.

So, in our sleep-deprived state and subsequent lack of creativity, we have fallen back on "having a boob." Tancie will call me and say, "Sam thinks it's time for a boob." Or Joe will say, "Your boy needs a boob." Or, I'll tell Sam, "Let's have a boob and go to bed."



I'm sure his first word will be "boob".


He'll probably say it in church.


Loudly.


What do you call it?

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

ten ways you know you're starting to get enough sleep

  1. Instead of staring blankly after being told a joke and then feigning a look of comprehension with a fake laugh, you start to really understand why the joke is funny.
  2. You take the time to brush your teeth, pee, and get a bedtime snack before going to bed instead of just jumping straight into bed fully clothed to get as many minutes of sleep in as possible.
  3. You start staying up late...like until 9pm...instead of going to bed immediately after putting the baby down.
  4. You start reading/watching the news to catch up current events. You realize a lot has happened in the last 5 months!
  5. When talking to your husband, you stop referring to the baby as "your son" and start referring to him as "our son".
  6. You stop nodding off while waiting in line, reading, or talking to people.
  7. You have enough energy to get up and start walking the dogs every morning.
  8. You start thinking about having baby #2.
  9. Your husband starts to say, "Why are you in such a good mood all the time?".
  10. You begin to treasure the few times you wake each night with your baby, knowing he won't be a baby much longer.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Sandman Chronicles

After almost 2 months of bedtime/sleep training, here is our progress:

1. We've survived a few bouts of teething, his first daycare cold, learning to roll over (and getting stuck and frustrated) and Daylight Savings Time. (Oh, there are so many ways to ruin sleep!).

2. We do our bedtime routine, I nurse him, and put him down wide awake with his pacifier and mobile. Then, I leave. In fact, last night, I was hoping he'd fall asleep nursing so I could cut his nails, but he wouldn't. Dropped him in the crib and when I snuck back in 10 minutes later, he was out.

3. For the past three nights, I've only fed him at midnight and 4am.

4. He's been sleeping longer and longer stretches, which is oh-so-glorious! Friday, he woke up at 11pm, I gave him his pacifier, then he slept until 3:45am! And, then till 7am!

He fusses periodically, but I'm so glad I never had to go through the whole crying-it-out process.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Lola visit

Lola spent last week in IF. She really wanted to spend some time with Sam ("and hold his fat body"). She's always willing to hold a baby:

"Here, Jenny-fair, give him to me so you can fold laundry."
"Here, Jenny-fair, I will hold Sam so you can make dinner."
"Jenny-fair, here, give me Sam and you can do the dishes."


I guess when you're 80 years old, you've earned the right to hold babies while your granddaughter waits on you.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Thursday, November 06, 2008

a new resident


My cousin, Tancie, has moved into our basement. She's job-hunting, but in the meantime, she's a great cook and Sam LUUVS her. And, she doesn't mind sleeping on a crappy futon.
Welcome to Idaho Falls, Tancie-Pants!

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

a house divided

Joe and I typically cancel out each other's votes. He is a conservative Republican and I like to think of myself as a liberal-leaning independent. Yesterday, we cancelled out each other votes in the presidential election.

Joe stayed up to watch the results come in, but I went to bed early. Around 11pm, he came to bed. I asked him who'd won the election.

Joe (sadly): Your guy. Tomorrow, we'll wake up and all be socialists.

5 months (a little late!)


Tuesday, November 04, 2008

generation gap

My 80 year old Lola was visiting us this week and enjoyed playing with Sam and visiting my office. One morning as I was leaving for work, she said, "Jenny-fair (that's what she calls me with her Filipino accent)...Jenny-fair, you look very nice, but aren't you going to comb your hair?"

Since I've had Sam, I've stopped flat-ironing my hair and I just wear it curly. I didn't think it looked that bad, but my other grandma said the same thing last time I was in Lewiston. ("Oh, Jenni must have got up late and didn't have time to do her hair.")

Is it really that bad?

Monday, November 03, 2008

Halloween

Sam celebrated his first Halloween in style. He started the day in his Halloween jammies to get in the spirit for his party at daycare.

Then, Tancie and Lola picked him from daycare, got him in his chunky monkey costume, and brought him trick-or-treating at my office.


Sam wasn't the only clinic kid to come trick-or-treating; Aselin (a nurse's daughter) was a cute witch. When Aselin came to my baby shower (thrown after I went back to work), she saw Sam and asked her mom, "Can Sam be our baby?". What can I say? The girl's got good taste.

Here's some weekly wisdom: Take your baby trick-or-treating. Then you can eat all their candy.

stay tuned

Sorry about the blog silence. I canceled our phone line and somehow, that messed up our internet as well. So, until that issue is resolved, I can't upload any pictures.

But, have I got some good ones for you!
  • Sam's first Halloween
  • Lola's visit
  • A new resident at Casa Kaufman
  • Sam's belated 5 month pictures
  • Sam's new trick of pulling Joe's goatee

Hang in there. I'll post as soon as I can.