August 29, 2010

hand control

Dude has control of his hands now.

Last night when he was eating he stroked my arm.


August 28, 2010

August 27, 2010

2 months

Dear Future Self,

I hope you are reading this when Turner's little brother or sister (NO, I'm not pregnant) is a couple weeks old and you forget when all the hell stopped. Hopefully knowing that it ends (or changes) is some light at the end of the tunnel.

By six weeks:
breastfeeding was much easier
smiles were easy to get by making faces
neck control was great
scooting across the bed in the middle of the night to find mama
Still not much of a crier or a fusser. Beginning ot realize that this is a GIFT from GOD as friend's babies fuss a TON more.

By seven weeks:
boobs regulated so not so much engorgement or constant spraying across the room
SLEEPING through the night (sleeping at 8, one wake up at 4ish, up at 6 for an hour of play time, then back to sleep till 10 or 11)
Outgrew all of your 3-6 month clothes.
Standing (with assistance of course) and bending knees
bubbling at the mouth

By eight weeks:
regularly sleeping through the night
totally reliable schedule (napping and eating throughout the day, fussy from 5-8, pass out at 8)
SELF SOOTHING to sleep at night or nap times (with pacifier). We can put you down after a feed and some cuddles and you fall asleep by yourself.
constantly shoving your fist in your mouth

Today is your 9 week birthday and we really are starting to get to know you a little better.

Your papa says you'll be a small business owner with a boat, one of those guys that everyone likes :)

August 24, 2010


(this is just spit up, but man oh man, what spit up it is)

Poor dude has thrush.

The day before we were leaving on our trip to Camp Mather (Yosemite) with no access to healthcare, phone, or internet, I saw white fuzz in little T's mouth. I knew immediately it was thrush and started my mad googling to find out what to do about it. Most websites said to let it be, but when I called Kaiser (just to be sure), they prescribed him medication and gave us a million things to do.

The nurse asked us if he was our first and I said yes - to which he responded "oh, then I don' t have to tell you to make sure to santize his pacifiers if they drop on the ground, new parents are obsessive about that. It's the second timers who just brush them off or put them in their own mouths and hand them back to babies." I said, "yup." and felt like a horrible parent.

Apparently, Tim and I act like pros because we NEVER actually sanitzied his pacifiers :0.

This could have been what caused the thrush.

Tim's first attempt to give him his medicine (you are supposed to rub it on his tounge), caused T to violently throw up (he went too far back in his throat), but we got it down from there.

Thrush is not the kind of thing you want to treat while camping for a number of reasons:
1) the medicine is VERY sticky and dirt LOVES to cling to it
2) no table to put bottle on = spilled bottle of medicine
3) air drying my nipples while in public is not really polite
4) it is impossible to steralize everythign every day when you are camping.

So, now I have thrush and have to put medicine on me everytime I feed him, which I then have to remember to wipe off before I feed him again. Not exactly easy.

We're working on it and I'm working on not feeling like a horrible parent.

August 10, 2010

Arg Fog

We've been so sick of the fog we've taken a bunch of trips up north to sonoma county for sun.

Our trip to the Russian River was heavenly. I forget how perfect it is up there.

I'm still a little uncomfortable with my body, so I stayed on land, but Tim swam and Doodle got naked and slept in the shade.

We had great Mexican food on the way home and the doodle slept.


August 4, 2010


Last night at our three am feeding, muffin rubbed his eyes. Like he was tired. Like a cute little mini person!

I had to wake his dad up to tell him.

When I told a bunch of other mamas today, they didn't seem impressed.

August 1, 2010

Getting the Hang of This

We are sort of getting the hang of this at this point. We know what to do when he screams in the car. We think we have the nighttime pattern down. We know what to do to make him smile. I've figured out how to manuver everything to feed him without dripping all over myself and him (most times) and to avoid most of the mess of vomit (if we ever remember a burp cloth the first time, we'll give ourselves a medal).

The rewards are finally getting worth the trouble. I know that sounds horrible, but for the first few weeks, you are tired, disgusting, and feel hung over, but the baby just sleeps,eats and poops.

Now he's smiling, laughing, and engaging with us so much more. He feels like our son and not some kid we're taking care of for someone else. He's a great baby who rarely cries unless he's hungry or it is 6:00 and he needs to be soothed to sleep.

This mama's a little camera happy and can't stop taking photos. I've got to start learning how to use the camera properly because the pics we have of him stink - I"d like some that are frame worthy.

This is my newest favorite of Turner and his Papa. They are just too cute together.