Every once in a while it’s good to take inventory of these things. Because kids, and even us grown adults, change so much I find that if I don’t reflect on what makes me squee every once in a while, I forget that it was ever a favorite thing.
The way he says “Round and Round” when he sings the Wheels on the Bus song.
His expression “Where’d ___ go?” because he uses it properly and also to mean ‘someone has my toy’ and also ‘I’m hiding something from you and you should play with me to find it.”
The fact that he puts his shoes on by himself.
He freely gives out hugs and kisses to Daddy, me and little brother Henry.
The way he gives me the side-eye.
When he squeaks and squawks in his sleep.
His determination to practice head control at less-than-perfect times.
The way he tries to smile.
He’s a good husband.
He makes delicious food off-the-cuff.
He’s very, very handy.
When he’s trying to listen (instead of trying to ignore me) he’s a really good listener, which also makes him a great conversationalist.
Here’s a random thing: I think I’m giving up meat. (Not fish… I’m not crazy; fish is delicious!) But Jack doesn’t really like meat, and lately I find that I feel yucky when I eat it (during, not after… because I’m thinking about what it used to be…. ack!). I don’t know when this official change will occur, and I will make exceptions for eating at other people’s houses because I don’t want to be rude and be all “I don’t eat that.” But I’m thinking that meat might no longer play a role in our home-cooked meals. Matt can eat whatever he wants… I’m just hoping that he’ll be willing to make Emily & Jack friendly options.
Before Henry was born my greatest fear was juggling the needs of two at once. I was, frankly, terrified of what would happen when they both needed me at once; or worse when Jack decided Mommy was busy with the baby so now’s the time to get into trouble. I wasn’t worried about what to do, but how I would FEEL that I couldn’t help both boys at once. The reality is, it’s not that bad. Yes, sometimes Henry starts to cry when I’m making Jack’s sandwich or helping Jack on the potty, but it doesn’t bother me like I thought it would.
I wasn’t worried about taking care of a baby again. I didn’t do anything to remind myself about baby care. Clearly, I forgot all about those pesky growth spurts. I wonder what else I forgot about?
I didn’t rest properly at first because I was afraid of the baby blues. I had them pretty bad with Jack, so anytime I felt tired I wondered if it was just physical tiredness or if it’s wasn’t that I was going to start crying over nothing and not feeling attached to my new little man. Turns out, feeling tired can be just as simple as that.
Leaving the house is daunting. It’s certainly not impossible for me to take both boys out by myself, but I really don’t want to. Why? The scariest part is Jack is not old enough to be reliably trusted to be safe in a parking lot or store. This means I wait for Matt to come home and take just one boy out, or leave them both with Daddy while I run an errand.
I’m glad that Henry takes formula because I have no plans to pump for the times I’m out and Matt needs to feed him. Why? I don’t want to ever have to think about whether or not I should pump to store, I have enough, it’s gone bad and I NEVER want a call from Matt telling me that he ran out and I have to come home to provide more.
I eat more TJs ice cream sandwiches than any normal person should.
I might be back in my pre-pregnancy jeans but I am not back to my pre-pregnancy weight.
I like that my midwives told me to take it easy because I now have eliminated nap-guilt.
I should drink more water, but it’s hard and I use my toddler as an excuse because he’s always “stealing” my water.
Ok, I confessed… so now it’s your turn.
He also is out of newborn diapers, which means I have a box that I have to return to Target- I hope they’ll take the exchange, and a box that’s already open, but it’s like herding feral cats to get him into N size, so I think it’s time to give up now… besides according to the Wii Fit Henry weighs 10 lbs… it’s not very accurate but clearly indicative that it’s time to move to size 1.
Also, last night was a little rough. Henry was hungry for 4 hours. Strait. Since I’m not actually a dairy cow, at the 3 hour mark we decided to try his first bottle. He took it fine and then was hungry again which means it was back to me to provide sustenance. So despite the fact that from 6-10 last night Matt and I both wanted to pull our hair out we learned that Henry will take a bottle (of formula- at least today), he appears not to have a cow’s milk allergy (because regular formula is made of cow’s milk- which means his insane fussiness has nothing to do with the dairy in my diet), Mylicon drops help… sorta but this kid has a very crampy digestive system.
Jack never screamed and screamed and screamed before pooping or having gas, but it appears that these things are VERY painful for Henry. I’m hoping that as he grows this will become less of a problem because it’s a bummer that A. I can’t do anything for him and B. He makes it very hard to watch TV in the evenings without turning the volume to deafening levels.
At least he’s a total cutie pie… I guess we’ll keep him!
I received a phone call yesterday from one of the nurses at Special Beginnings. They’re just checking in. She asked a really comprehensive list of questions, everything from “How is Jack doing?” to “Are you eating balanced meals?” The whole conversation lasted about 30 minutes. I learned one very important thing- I’m not taking it easy enough.
So I need to put my feet up more and take more naps?… okay!
Finally I caved in and cut Jack’s hair. I love his blonde curls but it drives me nuts that it doesn’t all grow in a the same rate. We bribed him with a movie and some candy. He did a pretty good job sitting still.