So we got to spend an exclusive weekend together while Daddy was away on business. No grandmas, no sitters, no pets, just the two of us, the lil' bub and I.
Before hubs set off, I ran a plan of several outings through my mind: Farmer's Markets, getting more clothes and a sunhat at the baby store, making a trip to the supermarket for groceries, walks.
This is the first lesson I learnt, that I should discuss any plans with baby before I set my heart on any plans because the bub, being a sentient, thinking individual with some of Daddy's personality to boot, decided these trips were not his kind of fun.
What's more fun for a baby on a rainy weekend? Self expression at best.
To stay awake all Friday and fuss and have mommy catch his spit-ups and mop up sour milk everywhere, so that we can have a bath tonight.
Followed by a lazy Saturday- since it's been raining all day, would sleep in til 10, get a snack from mommy, nap another hour, and continue to nip-nap his way through the rest of the afternoon.
nd Sunday is for poop and play! 3 blowouts before noon (a record!) and another for good measure later in the afternoon. Lots of storytime, practicing vowels, surveying the territory, some boogie woogie on the floor, and working out those muscles with some 15pounder bicep curls and deadlifts(that's mommy).
Eat Sleep Poop and Play
So I caught that book-movie(Eat Pray Love) by Elizabeth Gilbert, starring Julia Roberts, while being held hostage with the bub zonked out across my lap. I think the bub had more fun with his philosophy.
Daddy comes home tomorrow morning, and we can't wait to see him!
Friday, March 18, 2011
My bub is growing up so fast I thought I'd better whip my ass and get recording.
Truly, at 9 weeks, I look at my bub and think he's not a baby anymore, because I feel the need to put pants on him.
Now he's ooohing and cooing (I swear: today he said: how cool!) and aaahing, giggling and gazing and paying attention to everything and everyone else but me, and trying his darndest to stand himself up on those little feet, where did my baby go??
First month was undeniably tough, even with the help of my mom. Not knowing what to do, overwhelmed with information, advice, suggestions, I was just a mess, including all that was going on with the postpartum body - blood, hormones, milk. I felt awful every time he cried, and whoa, can this boy holler or can he holler. When it's a responsibility as big as this, the last thing you(read: I) want is to be helpless.
Despite still being somewhat clueless, I am beginning to tune in to my baby more and more. Hubs is enjoying more playtime with him, and I think the little bub adores his daddy.
My favorite times with him:
bouncing my cheek off his
dancing with him to rock and roll! sometimes a little milder..
rubbing his velvety soft head, sometimes he coos as I do this for him
snuggling him to sleep
watching him feed - fiesty little guy likes to spar with a nip! and when he looks up at me with big brown eyes(mine! :D) and long curly lashes
looking at each other in the mirror and sticking our tongues out
watching him stretch when he wakes up in the morning
watching him sleep..
Can I just say that I adore him, and that I love every moment with him?