…more like how do YOU doin’ (it)?!
When my 7 week old was screaming the other night – you know, during the “purple cry” hours of 6-8pm – I muttered some, “Oh hush up, you’re fine.” before opening Photo Booth on my computer. Because if you’re going to have an inconsolable child, might as well find a way to entertain yourself to pass the time. This is what happens with a third newborn. Had this been my first newborn, I would have been reciting the 5 Happiest Baby on the Block s’s while silently weeping, wondering where I went wrong and how to get a baby diagnosed with colic (whatever that is). Since it isn’t my first newborn, I felt great about…
“We’re…adjusting.”
A conversation the other day after work: Taylor: *points at Beckett* Are those the same pajamas fr– Me: Are those the same pajamas from when? Taylor: …uhhhhh…. Me: Go ahead. Ask it. Are they the same pajamas from…this morning? Is that what you’d like to know? Taylor: …uhhhhh…I was just…uhhh…because if they’re new for bedtime I won’t…uhh…. Me: They are. Mine are different, but his are the same. Any other questions? Taylor: Nope. I wouldn’t wish a postpartum wife on anyone. In other news, I posted this on Facebook the other day: Aside from the obvious of keeping our second son alive and well for a whole month now, having…
Well-being & Sleepyface
A Beckett post. (What else did you expect?) Well-being On the well-being of my son… If I sat down and thought about all the ways Beckett could be injured, scarred for life, or miss an opportunity to learn something, I would go i-n-s-a-n-e. Clinically insane. So, I don’t think about it. I just do the best I can. I have to trust that the church nursery ladies won’t leave him in the corner and fail to notice if he falls unconscious, or that his skin won’t melt off when I bathe him more frequently than suggested, or that letting him sleep in his crib before the age of 2 won’t…
Owls, Blowouts, & Momisms
My baby will be 4 weeks old tomorrow. How does this happen? This week has been a big one for us. We had our first night out as a family, and I had my first major outing with the babe by myself. This is us at Niki’s Italian Bistro, a classy establishment by our house. By classy I mean it’s in a strip mall, but it has shockingly good food. Beckett slept the whole time, waking only for a few minutes to eat from a BOTTLE! Revolutionary. Momma was reacquainted with her old friend, Mr. Chianti. Perfect first dinner out. Owls We’ve only been out a handful of times, but…
Podophobia, Newborn Difficulties, & Sleep Talk
Podophobia Definition: a typical phobic condition in which you feel disturbed and irritated when you look at feet, touch feet (may be yours or someone else’s) or even talk about feet. You even dislike people coming and touching your own foot. The feeling is unexplainable. (Thanks to Phobia Fear Release for that excellent definition.) My name is Sarah, and I’m a podophobic. It’s true. I have an irrational dislike of feat. I might even consider it a fear of sorts. How do I know I have a problem? I pick up Taylor’s socks with a t-shirt when transporting them to the laundry room. Oh, and I get really sweaty and…
New Dad, Google Search, Preferred Customer
I hope you find it as funny as I do that someone found our blog by Googling, “Can pregnant women eat Pringles?” In case you missed that entry, you should read all about my Pringles addiction. It’s shameful. Also, you may have noticed that I spent an extraordinary amount of time playing on our blog today. Gotta pass the time somehow. I’m huge. See progression below. We are 3 weeks and 2 days from the deadline for baby B. This is great news, except it seems like an eternity still. Do you realize that people are actually excited in Texas about possibly breaking the “hottest summer on record” record this…
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Ladies and gentlemen, We are in month 8. My ribs and Beckett had a head-on collision last week. When it comes to the baby and body parts, the baby always wins. I can’t prove this, but I think he might have cracked 11 of my 12 ribs. No one tells you that a 4.5 pound baby can wreak such havoc on an adult body. Family Photos I’ve spent the past 10 days in Kansas, with 3 more to go. We had a baby shower here on Saturday (that was faaaantastic), and I’ve taken time before and after to hang out up here. It’s way better than sitting in the 105…
