One Day

One day I'm going to look back fondly at this time in my life, right? I'll forget the exhaustion and frustration and worry and all the other crap, and I'll just remember the good stuff. Right? The tiny fingers, the chubby legs, the sweet smiles. That's the stuff I'll remember, RIGHT??

My guess is that the mind is mercifully selective in what it chooses to hang on to. It must be, or everyone would be an only child.

The B-man peed in my bed last night and today I'm living on coffee. Ugh. I'm looking forward to the day when I think back on moments like this with nothing but the happiest of feelings.

Toes

Little man discovered his toes today and is now entirely too captivated by them to sleep. It is equal parts absolutely adorable and terribly frustrating.

Snacks

I'm starving today and the only snack I have at my desk is a giant bag of prunes... this can't end well.

Pool!!!!

Kyle has been dying to "torpedo" Barrett pretty much since the day he was born. (I think he's looking for some sort of cosmic revenge or something for his parents "torpedo-ing" HIM when he was just a wee little baby.) What is torpedo-ing you ask? Well, it's when one parent takes the baby in the pool, yells "Torpedo!!!", dunks the child, and then fires him at the other parent like an underwater torpedo. I have to be honest... this sounds like borderline child abuse to me. But Kyle's parents are generally great people, and Kyle doesn't seem to have suffered much for all his being torpedoed, so I guess it's ok. I guess.

A friend of ours told us about a really nice, indoor pool not far from our house, so we decided to check it out today. We schlepped ourselves and B and all our crap over to the pool, parked, walked (in the rain) for 2 1/2 blocks, and then paid our $5 to enter the pool. It was supposed to be $11, but they only took cash, and they didn't have any change, so they let us in for $5. ($11 seemed a bit steep to me.... I was sorta glad we only had 5 singles on us) Anyway, we got B all dressed up in his swim diaper (which was just one of his regular pocket diapers without the insert - p.s. have I mentioned we use cloth diapers?? Remind me to write a post about them later. They rule!) ANYway - B got all swim-diapered up, and Kyle and I donned our bathing suits (and I added a tank top, because "the girls" are still WAY TOO big to be flaunted about in pulic (thankyouverymuch breastfeeding... ) and my belly is just plain yuck. So we got all ready and then we went out to the pool and we had SUCH high hopes of traumatizing, errrr, I mean torpedoing our dear son... and we got in the water. And... well. It was darn cold. :\ Too cold, really. B was NOT a fan. Cold water, lots of other (older) kids splashing about, people WHOOSHING into the pool on the waterslide. (p.s. I can't believe they have a waterslide!) Frankly, it was all a bit too much for him. He lasted about 2 minutes and then started crying. :( I actually didn't even realy get in the water. (Was too busy snapping pics.) We decided that maybe we had traumatized the B-man enough for one day, so we got out and got dressed again, and schlepped back home. Oh well. Torpedoing will have to wait.

When we got home we gave B a nice warm bath. He kicked and splashed and seemed to appreciate it a little bit extra. So there's that. :)


Ready to swim! (Good gracious, look at those chunky legs!!! Gah!)


"Nevermind! Get me out of here!!"


"Uhhhh, you're not going to send me down that slide, are you???"

He Pooped!

He did it! He pooped! It took him three whole days, but he finally did it. And it looked like peanut butter. PEANUT BUTTER. Just like it's supposed to look when they start solid food. I've never been so proud. (Seriously. I almost took a picture of it. Thank goodness I didn't, right?)

This whole starting solids business is tough stuff. Really, this whole growing up business is tough. It's all happening so fast, and I feel like I'm not exactly keeping up. He changes and grows and learns SO MUCH everyday. Just when I feel like I've got a rhythm down, BAM everything changes.

Take for instance his car seat. Just when I finally got the hang of putting him in the thing, and then collecting my pump, my lunch, his bag, and my purse and then schlepping him and all that crap downstairs to car, he freakin outgrows his seat. :\ Now I have to carry him in my arms to the car to his convertible (read: non-removable) seat. In my ARMS! My bare arms!! He's all free now as I carry him down the street. Frankly, it makes both of us a little uncomfortable. What the eff!? Couldn't he have learned to walk before outgrowing the infant seat?

And solids. UGH. Do not get me started on solids. Can't he just be breastfed forever? I don't know what he likes, or how much to give him, or even how to give it to him. (Purees vs. baby led weaning, cereal vs. no cereal, homemade vs. store bought.) It's all very over-whelming. And the poop thing just about pushed me over the edge. Three days he went without pooping. :( My poor little guy. Why!? Why no poop??? I have to assume it was because of the solids. But which one??? And was it one in particular? Or just the fact that he's now processing food (any food) for the first time and it's just generally tough on him? Will I ever know? Or will it just forever be a mystery to me. Where are the answers???

He finally pooped today. Thank goodness. But then he refused his bottle all day with the nanny. And yesterday he only ate 5 oz with her. :( Today - fearing that he might starve to death, she decided to feed him bananas and cereal. On the one hand I'm very pleased she didn't let my baby starve to death... on the other hand, I missed his first experience with bananas. :( :( :( Apparently he loved them. This makes me equal parts elated and depressed. He loves bananas!! Yay! I missed him loving bananas. ::cries:: And ack! Bananas? What if they bind him up and he goes another 3 days without a bowel movement?? And how did I not know he liked bananas? What else does he like that I don't know about yet??? p.s. I learned today that his favorite song is happy birthday... here I thought it was skid-a-mer-rinky-dinky-dink :\ I'm his mother and I don't even know his favorite song. :(

I think the reason I was so excited to see the peanut butter poop (aside from being jazzed that my little guy got some relief finally) was that I was EXPECTING peanut butter poop. Like I said, it's what the poop is supposed to look like. I feel like we got some sort of "right answer" in the game of Life. I need more of those. More right answers. I feel like way too much of this whole parenting thing is just blindly throwing darts in the dark... and I'm not even sure if there's a target anywhere in the room.

Blah.

But at least he pooped. I'll take that small victory.

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In other sad news... B was supposed to help me pick my March Madness bracket tonight. I was looking forward to it all day. But he was tired and cranky so I put him to bed without having him help me :( I'm so sad I want to cry.