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Thursday, March 29, 2012
First Fire.
Stetson went for his first visit to the fire station today. He got to meet all the guys and climb around in the fire truck. We always have fun visiting Daddy at work!
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Stetson Smiles.
Stetson started smiling at us today! He's been making a smiling face for a few days, but today was the first day that he looked right at us and smiled on purpose. He did it over and over and it was so cute I thought I would explode! LOVE.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Problem Solving.
Well, I now know what colic is. If you don't, let me enlighten you...
Colic is a condition in which an otherwise healthy baby cries or displays symptoms of distress frequently and for extended periods (at least 3 hours per day for 2-3 weeks), without any discernible reason.
The crying often increases during a specific period of the day, particularly the early evening. Symptoms may worsen soon after feeding.
There are a variety of causes of colic symptoms, the most common of which include: stomach gas (due to poor burping or milk flow issues), intestinal gas (pocketed in the intestinal tract), and neurological overload (the overwhelmed and overstimulated baby becomes exhausted but refuses to sleep).
The gastrointestinal theory of colic seems logical because fussy babies often grunt/pass gas/double-up/cry after eating, have noisy stomachs, have trouble burping, improve with tummy pressure or massage and after a bowel movement.
But, it seems clear that there are other causes as well because things like car rides and vacuum cleaner sounds may calm fussing, yet have no power to lessen GI pain (just as adults never use a car ride or vacuum to soothe a stomach ache).
A lot of people assume a colicky baby must have a problem with what they're eating such as a milk allergy or lactose intolerance. But in 90% of cases, colic is unrelated to a baby's diet and only 1 in 100 babies has an actual milk allergy that requires dietary changes.
As long as the baby has no "red flag" symptoms (like extreme vomiting, rash, increased temperature, bloody stools, bulging soft spot, lethargy, poor weight gain, etc.) then the recommended treatment is to use non-medicinal, noninvasive treatments like burping, stomach massage and other gas-release techniques as well as symptomatic and emotional support like swaddling, white noise, jiggly rocking, and pacifiers.
It is important to remember that in an otherwise healthy baby, colic is not harmful. Chances are the consistent crying is harder on the parents than the baby. And the good news is that symptoms usually peak around 6 weeks of age and disappear completely by 4 months.
Why am I such a wealth of knowledge, you ask?
Well...after a couple weeks of doing nothing but holding a crying baby, walking circles around my house bouncing Stetson in my arms, I finally Googled colic. I really had no idea what it was. Turns out I was living with it.
My poor little bald man was displaying all the classic symptoms. He was eating well, he was having normal, regular bowel movements, he is growing and gaining weight well, and he wasn't vomiting or acting sick... he would just cry all the time. I kept saying "I feel like he cries so much. Are babies supposed to cry this much?" And people would call me and ask me what I was doing and I'd say "Walking circles around my house...again."
He'd wake up from a nap starving. He'd eat, try to burp, be happy for a little while, and then start screaming. The crying would go on for a couple hours before he'd finally give in and go back to sleep. Then he'd wake up and it would start all over again. I was actually dreading the time when he would wake up because I knew he would be so unhappy and I didn't know what to do about it. The only thing that helped was to swaddle him up tight, hold him like a football, walk around the house rocking/jiggling, saying "shh shh shh." He'd finally fall asleep, only to wake up a few minutes later and cry again.
It's fun to hold and snuggle a little baby (and heaven knows I have no problem holding my babies every single second and letting my house fall down around me), but to hold one who does nothing but yell at you and to feel like you can never sit down because the only thing that calms them down is to walk and bounce them... well, that takes a toll on your muscles... and patience... and mental health.
BUT, knock on wood, I said that the colicky symptoms tend to peak around 6 weeks of age and that seems to be holding true for Stetson. Maybe we're on the downhill. He has been much better the last couple days. He still has a couple hours in the late evening where he cries and has a hard time falling asleep and nothing seems to help, but he doesn't yell all day long anymore. He has longer periods of time where he is awake and happy. And it's SO fun! I love to see his little personality and to have him awake and just chilling out with us. He's so pleasant and wonderful and adorable when he's not screaming. I hope he keeps getting better and that he can have more happy days.
And I will forget I ever knew the word colic.
Colic is a condition in which an otherwise healthy baby cries or displays symptoms of distress frequently and for extended periods (at least 3 hours per day for 2-3 weeks), without any discernible reason.
The crying often increases during a specific period of the day, particularly the early evening. Symptoms may worsen soon after feeding.
There are a variety of causes of colic symptoms, the most common of which include: stomach gas (due to poor burping or milk flow issues), intestinal gas (pocketed in the intestinal tract), and neurological overload (the overwhelmed and overstimulated baby becomes exhausted but refuses to sleep).
The gastrointestinal theory of colic seems logical because fussy babies often grunt/pass gas/double-up/cry after eating, have noisy stomachs, have trouble burping, improve with tummy pressure or massage and after a bowel movement.
But, it seems clear that there are other causes as well because things like car rides and vacuum cleaner sounds may calm fussing, yet have no power to lessen GI pain (just as adults never use a car ride or vacuum to soothe a stomach ache).
A lot of people assume a colicky baby must have a problem with what they're eating such as a milk allergy or lactose intolerance. But in 90% of cases, colic is unrelated to a baby's diet and only 1 in 100 babies has an actual milk allergy that requires dietary changes.
As long as the baby has no "red flag" symptoms (like extreme vomiting, rash, increased temperature, bloody stools, bulging soft spot, lethargy, poor weight gain, etc.) then the recommended treatment is to use non-medicinal, noninvasive treatments like burping, stomach massage and other gas-release techniques as well as symptomatic and emotional support like swaddling, white noise, jiggly rocking, and pacifiers.
It is important to remember that in an otherwise healthy baby, colic is not harmful. Chances are the consistent crying is harder on the parents than the baby. And the good news is that symptoms usually peak around 6 weeks of age and disappear completely by 4 months.
Why am I such a wealth of knowledge, you ask?
Well...after a couple weeks of doing nothing but holding a crying baby, walking circles around my house bouncing Stetson in my arms, I finally Googled colic. I really had no idea what it was. Turns out I was living with it.
My poor little bald man was displaying all the classic symptoms. He was eating well, he was having normal, regular bowel movements, he is growing and gaining weight well, and he wasn't vomiting or acting sick... he would just cry all the time. I kept saying "I feel like he cries so much. Are babies supposed to cry this much?" And people would call me and ask me what I was doing and I'd say "Walking circles around my house...again."
He'd wake up from a nap starving. He'd eat, try to burp, be happy for a little while, and then start screaming. The crying would go on for a couple hours before he'd finally give in and go back to sleep. Then he'd wake up and it would start all over again. I was actually dreading the time when he would wake up because I knew he would be so unhappy and I didn't know what to do about it. The only thing that helped was to swaddle him up tight, hold him like a football, walk around the house rocking/jiggling, saying "shh shh shh." He'd finally fall asleep, only to wake up a few minutes later and cry again.
It's fun to hold and snuggle a little baby (and heaven knows I have no problem holding my babies every single second and letting my house fall down around me), but to hold one who does nothing but yell at you and to feel like you can never sit down because the only thing that calms them down is to walk and bounce them... well, that takes a toll on your muscles... and patience... and mental health.
BUT, knock on wood, I said that the colicky symptoms tend to peak around 6 weeks of age and that seems to be holding true for Stetson. Maybe we're on the downhill. He has been much better the last couple days. He still has a couple hours in the late evening where he cries and has a hard time falling asleep and nothing seems to help, but he doesn't yell all day long anymore. He has longer periods of time where he is awake and happy. And it's SO fun! I love to see his little personality and to have him awake and just chilling out with us. He's so pleasant and wonderful and adorable when he's not screaming. I hope he keeps getting better and that he can have more happy days.
And I will forget I ever knew the word colic.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
6 Weeks.
Stetson is 6 weeks old now! He's getting chunky and long and I just love to kiss his little body. He seems to have two modes: asleep or awake and yelling. But we like him anyway. :) The boy loves to eat and he loves to be held. If you put him down, he will scream at you. If you hold him, he will sleep for 2 solid hours. Needless to say, my arms and shoulders are sore, but I know it won't last forever. We're still waiting for that first smile to make it's appearance. He's starting to feel more like a baby and less like a newborn. He's strong and squishy and I love my beautiful little bald man! :)
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
A Day In This Life.
My friend Janssen (at the prompting of her friend Erin) did a post on her blog of what a regular day entails for her. I find it interesting to know how people spend their time and how my life compares to other people I know.
Of course, Janssen is one of those people who you would hate if you didn't love her so much. She's smart and gorgeous, she actually takes a shower and puts on cute clothes every day, she doesn't let her kid watch TV, she cooks homemade meals from scratch with fresh ingredients that I've never even heard of, and she reads about a thousand books a year. So you can imagine her day is very productive and organized.
I am really into organization when it comes to my house (seriously, everything has a specific spot and I will notice if a picture frame is a centimeter off), but I am not into routine or schedules when it comes to my day to day life. I just hate to be controlled, so the idea of having to be at a certain place at a certain time or do a certain thing every single day just completely depresses me. I mean, I do the same things over and over each day-- feed kids, play with kids, bathe kids, clean kitchen, do laundry, check email, exercise, read books, etc.-- but I prize the ability to do those things whenever and wherever I want more than I can explain. (I know, when Sonnet goes to school I am going to DIE).
Also, I am not a person who likes to be busy busy busy. Nate and I would both rather spend time with each other and with our kids than anywhere else. My husband is my favorite person on the planet so if I have free time, I want to spend it with him. Also, I love my house. I feel safe and comfortable there so I don't see much point in leaving it if I don't have to. Let's face it, I'm an anti-social homebody and I am not ashamed of it. Sonnet takes a couple dance classes and has a couple play dates each week, but other than that, we don't have a lot on our schedules. I like it that way. I love that we can go chase butterflies at 3pm on a Wednesday afternoon if we feel like it. I consider that freedom a blessing.
Plus, Nate has a weird work schedule (he's gone for 24 hours every other day), we're night owls who like to stay up late and sleep in, I very rarely cook, and we have a new baby in the house, so you can imagine my typical day is more laid-back (or "fly by the seat of your pants" than most people.
But, I figured I'd share a current typical day for me because hey, it'll make for an interesting journal entry and this blog needs to be updated. So, here was my yesterday...
6:00am Nate kisses me and leaves for work. I feed the baby, change him, and get him back to sleep. I decide to go back to sleep too since I didn't go to bed until midnight and hey, it's still dark outside. 8:00am Baby wakes up. Feed, burp, change. He falls back to sleep. Aaaaaand I do to. 10:00am Feed, burp, change baby and get him dressed for the day. Sonnet wakes up. I set out her dance clothes and tell her to get dressed and brush her teeth. I put the baby down and he yells at me while I brush my teeth, wash my face, take a poo, and put on work out clothes (I'm not even going to bother with a shower today). I do Sonnet's hair, pick up the baby and head downstairs. I pet the dog and put him out. I throw greek yogurt and some fruit in the blender and make a smoothie for Sonnet and me. 10:45am I grab the diaper bag and we all get in the car. I hate infant car seats... so many straps. 11-12:00pm Sonnet does ballet. Stetson and I sit in the waiting room and watch. He eats a little, yells a little, and finally falls asleep. I read some of "The Happiness Project" on my Kindle. After dance, Sonnet and I go through the drive-thru for a drink (Mama needs caffeine) while Stetson snoozes in the back. 12:30pm we get home and Sonnet changes out of her dance clothes into her Rapunzel dress, flowered tights, and red polka dot shoes. I don't even bother telling her that her shoes are on the wrong feet. I feed, burp, change the baby and try to put him in his swing. He yells at me while I make lunch. Sonnet wants a bagel with cream cheese, strawberries, and chocolate milk. I eat a cheese quesadilla drowned in green sauce. Nate calls from work to check on us. Sonnet and I both tell him to come home. He laughs at us (we say this everyday). I clean up lunch one-handed because Stetson is still yelling and he insists on being held all the time. I eat a Snickers bar and life is good. 1:00pm I walk around the house bouncing the baby and singing songs to get him to go to sleep. 2:00pm He finally does and I lay down on the couch with him while Sonnet sits next to me and watches an episode of Dora the Explorer. 2:30pm, I get my butt off the couch and check my email, check facebook, throw Sonnet's laundry in the washer, and play a couple games of memory with her while Stetson sleeps in my left arm. My arm is sore, but it's better than having a crying baby. 3:30pm Baby wakes up. I feed, burp, change and sit in the backyard swing with him while Sonnet plays in her sandbox. Stetson sits happily for a while, then tells at me for a while, then falls back to sleep. I talk Sonnet into giving a "performance" and she puts on her ballet shoes and shows me what she's been learning in class. She is so cute and clumsy, I laugh my head off. She brings some books outside and we sit in the swing and read for a while. Then, because the weather is gorgeous, we decide to go for a walk. 4:30pm I put Stetson in the stroller and Sonnet rides her bike. 5:00pm Sonnet plays in the front yard with the girl who lives up the street. I get the mail and drool over the Ballard Design catalog. I let Blaze out and throw the ball up the street for him until he refuses to bring it back. Blaze gets a bone and I feed him dinner. 6:00pm Baby wakes up and eats. He's chill for a while and we hang out in his room. He does some "tummy time" and Sonnet waves a rattle next to his face and tries to get him interested in her stuffed animals. No luck. I kiss his toes a hundred times and try to get him to smile. No luck. Finally, he's had enough fun for one day and he starts yelling again. 7:00 pm Sonnet and I decide we're hungry and nothing in our house sounds good. Plus, Stetson is still yelling and the car seems to put him to sleep. So we go for a drive and get some take out which we munch on in the car while Stetson snoozes. We fight over the music in the car and somehow I end up listening to "Sweet Home Alabama" 6 times in a row. 8:00pm I put Sonnet in the tub and throw her laundry in the dryer. Nate calls to say he's going to bed. Stetson eats and gets a sponge bath and a massage and gets changed into jammies. Sonnet gets out of the tub and puts her jammies on. 9:00pm Sonnet plays some games on her computer. The baby is yelling again so I go vacuum downstairs with one hand. The noise and the motion puts him to sleep. I put him down and miraculously he stays asleep. I mop and dust the downstairs. I steal 20 minutes and do some yoga. 10:00pm Baby is awake but relatively happy. Sonnet helps me put her laundry away (the girl loves to fold clothes). We read a couple books and sing a couple songs. Sonnet has a snack of crackers and milk and talks my head off. 11:00pm We say prayers and Sonnet gets tucked in and (supposedly) goes to sleep. Blaze hunkers down on his bed. I change, feed, and burp the baby. He is yawning, but he won't go to sleep. He starts yelling (do you see a pattern here?). I wrap him up like a burrito and walk around the house bouncing him and saying "shhh shhh shhh" over and over. Stetson falls asleep and wakes up several times over the course of an hour and a half (he just seems to have a hard time giving over to sleep). I turn on the TV and watch "Fashion Star" while I rock the baby. 12:30am Stetson finally settles into a deep sleep and it's time to go down for the night. I brush my teeth, put on some jammies, and go to bed. Stetson wakes up twice during the night to eat. At 8am the next morning, Nate gets home and the fun begins again... this time with backup. :)
And that is what I do all day. Good thing they're cute...
Of course, Janssen is one of those people who you would hate if you didn't love her so much. She's smart and gorgeous, she actually takes a shower and puts on cute clothes every day, she doesn't let her kid watch TV, she cooks homemade meals from scratch with fresh ingredients that I've never even heard of, and she reads about a thousand books a year. So you can imagine her day is very productive and organized.
I am really into organization when it comes to my house (seriously, everything has a specific spot and I will notice if a picture frame is a centimeter off), but I am not into routine or schedules when it comes to my day to day life. I just hate to be controlled, so the idea of having to be at a certain place at a certain time or do a certain thing every single day just completely depresses me. I mean, I do the same things over and over each day-- feed kids, play with kids, bathe kids, clean kitchen, do laundry, check email, exercise, read books, etc.-- but I prize the ability to do those things whenever and wherever I want more than I can explain. (I know, when Sonnet goes to school I am going to DIE).
Also, I am not a person who likes to be busy busy busy. Nate and I would both rather spend time with each other and with our kids than anywhere else. My husband is my favorite person on the planet so if I have free time, I want to spend it with him. Also, I love my house. I feel safe and comfortable there so I don't see much point in leaving it if I don't have to. Let's face it, I'm an anti-social homebody and I am not ashamed of it. Sonnet takes a couple dance classes and has a couple play dates each week, but other than that, we don't have a lot on our schedules. I like it that way. I love that we can go chase butterflies at 3pm on a Wednesday afternoon if we feel like it. I consider that freedom a blessing.
Plus, Nate has a weird work schedule (he's gone for 24 hours every other day), we're night owls who like to stay up late and sleep in, I very rarely cook, and we have a new baby in the house, so you can imagine my typical day is more laid-back (or "fly by the seat of your pants" than most people.
But, I figured I'd share a current typical day for me because hey, it'll make for an interesting journal entry and this blog needs to be updated. So, here was my yesterday...
6:00am Nate kisses me and leaves for work. I feed the baby, change him, and get him back to sleep. I decide to go back to sleep too since I didn't go to bed until midnight and hey, it's still dark outside. 8:00am Baby wakes up. Feed, burp, change. He falls back to sleep. Aaaaaand I do to. 10:00am Feed, burp, change baby and get him dressed for the day. Sonnet wakes up. I set out her dance clothes and tell her to get dressed and brush her teeth. I put the baby down and he yells at me while I brush my teeth, wash my face, take a poo, and put on work out clothes (I'm not even going to bother with a shower today). I do Sonnet's hair, pick up the baby and head downstairs. I pet the dog and put him out. I throw greek yogurt and some fruit in the blender and make a smoothie for Sonnet and me. 10:45am I grab the diaper bag and we all get in the car. I hate infant car seats... so many straps. 11-12:00pm Sonnet does ballet. Stetson and I sit in the waiting room and watch. He eats a little, yells a little, and finally falls asleep. I read some of "The Happiness Project" on my Kindle. After dance, Sonnet and I go through the drive-thru for a drink (Mama needs caffeine) while Stetson snoozes in the back. 12:30pm we get home and Sonnet changes out of her dance clothes into her Rapunzel dress, flowered tights, and red polka dot shoes. I don't even bother telling her that her shoes are on the wrong feet. I feed, burp, change the baby and try to put him in his swing. He yells at me while I make lunch. Sonnet wants a bagel with cream cheese, strawberries, and chocolate milk. I eat a cheese quesadilla drowned in green sauce. Nate calls from work to check on us. Sonnet and I both tell him to come home. He laughs at us (we say this everyday). I clean up lunch one-handed because Stetson is still yelling and he insists on being held all the time. I eat a Snickers bar and life is good. 1:00pm I walk around the house bouncing the baby and singing songs to get him to go to sleep. 2:00pm He finally does and I lay down on the couch with him while Sonnet sits next to me and watches an episode of Dora the Explorer. 2:30pm, I get my butt off the couch and check my email, check facebook, throw Sonnet's laundry in the washer, and play a couple games of memory with her while Stetson sleeps in my left arm. My arm is sore, but it's better than having a crying baby. 3:30pm Baby wakes up. I feed, burp, change and sit in the backyard swing with him while Sonnet plays in her sandbox. Stetson sits happily for a while, then tells at me for a while, then falls back to sleep. I talk Sonnet into giving a "performance" and she puts on her ballet shoes and shows me what she's been learning in class. She is so cute and clumsy, I laugh my head off. She brings some books outside and we sit in the swing and read for a while. Then, because the weather is gorgeous, we decide to go for a walk. 4:30pm I put Stetson in the stroller and Sonnet rides her bike. 5:00pm Sonnet plays in the front yard with the girl who lives up the street. I get the mail and drool over the Ballard Design catalog. I let Blaze out and throw the ball up the street for him until he refuses to bring it back. Blaze gets a bone and I feed him dinner. 6:00pm Baby wakes up and eats. He's chill for a while and we hang out in his room. He does some "tummy time" and Sonnet waves a rattle next to his face and tries to get him interested in her stuffed animals. No luck. I kiss his toes a hundred times and try to get him to smile. No luck. Finally, he's had enough fun for one day and he starts yelling again. 7:00 pm Sonnet and I decide we're hungry and nothing in our house sounds good. Plus, Stetson is still yelling and the car seems to put him to sleep. So we go for a drive and get some take out which we munch on in the car while Stetson snoozes. We fight over the music in the car and somehow I end up listening to "Sweet Home Alabama" 6 times in a row. 8:00pm I put Sonnet in the tub and throw her laundry in the dryer. Nate calls to say he's going to bed. Stetson eats and gets a sponge bath and a massage and gets changed into jammies. Sonnet gets out of the tub and puts her jammies on. 9:00pm Sonnet plays some games on her computer. The baby is yelling again so I go vacuum downstairs with one hand. The noise and the motion puts him to sleep. I put him down and miraculously he stays asleep. I mop and dust the downstairs. I steal 20 minutes and do some yoga. 10:00pm Baby is awake but relatively happy. Sonnet helps me put her laundry away (the girl loves to fold clothes). We read a couple books and sing a couple songs. Sonnet has a snack of crackers and milk and talks my head off. 11:00pm We say prayers and Sonnet gets tucked in and (supposedly) goes to sleep. Blaze hunkers down on his bed. I change, feed, and burp the baby. He is yawning, but he won't go to sleep. He starts yelling (do you see a pattern here?). I wrap him up like a burrito and walk around the house bouncing him and saying "shhh shhh shhh" over and over. Stetson falls asleep and wakes up several times over the course of an hour and a half (he just seems to have a hard time giving over to sleep). I turn on the TV and watch "Fashion Star" while I rock the baby. 12:30am Stetson finally settles into a deep sleep and it's time to go down for the night. I brush my teeth, put on some jammies, and go to bed. Stetson wakes up twice during the night to eat. At 8am the next morning, Nate gets home and the fun begins again... this time with backup. :)
And that is what I do all day. Good thing they're cute...
Friday, March 9, 2012
1 Month.
Stetson is one month old. ONE WHOLE MONTH! I can't believe it's already been four weeks since we brought him home. Time has gone so quickly... and then again it feels like he's always been here.
I'm starting to get the hang of two kids. I still feel like the world's worst multi-tasker, but luckily Sonnet is pretty independent and Stetson is relatively chill so I'm not losing my mind and no one is getting completely ignored. I have managed to take both kids out in public without Nate a couple times and we all had clean clothes on and no one cried. :) Yay.
Stetson is really good. He wakes up starving and will scream like he hasn't eaten in years, but as soon as his belly is filled up a little, he's happy as a clam. I understand... I'm a beast when I'm hungry too.
Over the last few days he has been a bottomless pit. He wants to eat almost every hour. I keep expecting him to spit it back up, but he is just packing it all in. He's having a growth spurt. :) He's got a couple rolls under his chin now and I think it's cute. It's the only time in your life where it's OK to be fat and bald.
He pretty much only cries when he's tired or when his belly hurts. That boy passes a lot of gas and he gets quite mad when things don't come out right. We change about 10 diapers a day and half of them are poopy. Very efficient bowels.
He's settled in to a bit of a routine. He sleeps a lot in the early afternoon and again in the late evening. In between, he's awake and usually happy. It's just an endless cycle of eating, burping, changing diapers, snuggling, whining a bit, going back to sleep, and then eating again...
He gets a little grouchy at nighttime... like he has a hard time settling in for the night. He's usually awake until almost 1am. He just gets all bright-eyed and happy for a while and then he gets all sleepy and he cries... and when he finally tucks in, it's pretty late. I get it. I'm a total night owl too, but I don't support going to bed at 1am, waking up every two hours to eat, and then waking up for the day around 8am. I thought babies were supposed to sleep a lot. I just keep telling myself this won't last forever.
He loves to sleep with his hands above his head. Touchdown! :) I love that.
The car puts him to sleep. Sonnet screamed every second that she was in her carseat, but so far, Stetson seems to like it. There have been a couple days when he's been grouchy and sleepy... I feed him, strap him in, and go for a ride and he just zonks right out. So there's that.
Stetson is pretty dang cute. He's got gorgeous, pouty little lips. His fingers are really long. His feet are short and square and his big toe is shorter than all the other ones. He doesn't have any birthmarks or freckles. He's got a funny little divet on his left ear. I still think he looks a bit like a turtle without a shell, so we call him Turtle a lot.
He holds his head up really well and he puts weight on his legs. He's strong and healthy and we're so grateful to have him!
I'm starting to get the hang of two kids. I still feel like the world's worst multi-tasker, but luckily Sonnet is pretty independent and Stetson is relatively chill so I'm not losing my mind and no one is getting completely ignored. I have managed to take both kids out in public without Nate a couple times and we all had clean clothes on and no one cried. :) Yay.
Stetson is really good. He wakes up starving and will scream like he hasn't eaten in years, but as soon as his belly is filled up a little, he's happy as a clam. I understand... I'm a beast when I'm hungry too.
Over the last few days he has been a bottomless pit. He wants to eat almost every hour. I keep expecting him to spit it back up, but he is just packing it all in. He's having a growth spurt. :) He's got a couple rolls under his chin now and I think it's cute. It's the only time in your life where it's OK to be fat and bald.
He pretty much only cries when he's tired or when his belly hurts. That boy passes a lot of gas and he gets quite mad when things don't come out right. We change about 10 diapers a day and half of them are poopy. Very efficient bowels.
He's settled in to a bit of a routine. He sleeps a lot in the early afternoon and again in the late evening. In between, he's awake and usually happy. It's just an endless cycle of eating, burping, changing diapers, snuggling, whining a bit, going back to sleep, and then eating again...
He gets a little grouchy at nighttime... like he has a hard time settling in for the night. He's usually awake until almost 1am. He just gets all bright-eyed and happy for a while and then he gets all sleepy and he cries... and when he finally tucks in, it's pretty late. I get it. I'm a total night owl too, but I don't support going to bed at 1am, waking up every two hours to eat, and then waking up for the day around 8am. I thought babies were supposed to sleep a lot. I just keep telling myself this won't last forever.
He loves to sleep with his hands above his head. Touchdown! :) I love that.
The car puts him to sleep. Sonnet screamed every second that she was in her carseat, but so far, Stetson seems to like it. There have been a couple days when he's been grouchy and sleepy... I feed him, strap him in, and go for a ride and he just zonks right out. So there's that.
Stetson is pretty dang cute. He's got gorgeous, pouty little lips. His fingers are really long. His feet are short and square and his big toe is shorter than all the other ones. He doesn't have any birthmarks or freckles. He's got a funny little divet on his left ear. I still think he looks a bit like a turtle without a shell, so we call him Turtle a lot.
He holds his head up really well and he puts weight on his legs. He's strong and healthy and we're so grateful to have him!
Monday, March 5, 2012
Family of Four Photos!
My friend Kashina took some newborn pictures of Stetson when he was two weeks old. Babies change so quickly and I wanted to capture his cute little alien face before he got too big. I love and adore the photos of him with his pouty little lip... and I love the ones of Daddy in his fire gear with his baby boy... and I love love love the ones of both my kids together. I have TWO kids. Ahhh! :) LOVE.
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