Thursday, November 27, 2008
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
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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
We're heading up north tomorrow to see these two little cuties.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Sorry about the lack of posts this week. Our laptop got a virus and is in the shop.
Friday, November 14, 2008
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.
What do you call it?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
- 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.
- 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.
- You start staying up late...like until 9pm...instead of going to bed immediately after putting the baby down.
- You start reading/watching the news to catch up current events. You realize a lot has happened in the last 5 months!
- When talking to your husband, you stop referring to the baby as "your son" and start referring to him as "our son".
- You stop nodding off while waiting in line, reading, or talking to people.
- You have enough energy to get up and start walking the dogs every morning.
- You start thinking about having baby #2.
- Your husband starts to say, "Why are you in such a good mood all the time?".
- 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
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
"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.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
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.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
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
Then, Tancie and Lola picked him from daycare, got him in his chunky monkey costume, and brought him trick-or-treating at my office.
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.