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March 26 Growing BoyHere are some recent photos of Alex, the Mr. and me.    Aaaaand, check this out: His first full-length nap SANS swaddle! At the time of this writing, he had been napping over 30 minutes. For it to be the first swaddle-less nap, I'll call that success. What a big boy.  March 11 Just a Couple of Random PhotosI just can't help myself. I love the way Alex's hair looks after I towel-dry it. He doesn't see the humor, apparently.  Alex has had a busy week this week. He went on his longest car ride ever on Thursday, and then on Friday he accompanied me to help distribute team registration packets for the Race for the Cure. By yesterday afternoon, he was BEAT.  March 07 Alex's 2-Month Checkup--editedAlex returned to Dr. Grandpa's office this morning, this time for his 2-month well baby check up, and...Duh-duh-duh-duhhhhhhnnn--SHOTS. Here's how it all went down: Alex did great. He was in a wonderful mood, right up until the part when they stuck needles in his legs, but even then, he got his screams out and that was that. By the time we left the office, he was sound asleep. What a big boy. Here are his stats: Weight: 11 pounds, 14 ounces (he's gained a 10 ounces--earlier I said one ounce, but he went from 11-04 to 11-14--just since last week). Height: 22.75 inches. "He's tall," Dr. Grandpa commented. I hope he stays tall and doesn't inherit my altitudinal deficiency. Head Circumference: 15.5 inches. He's getting so big! Oh, and hello? Who's providing that grow-juice that is obviously doing the body good? Yes, that would be me, thank you very much!  He's almost big enough to actually enjoy the Bumbo.  Ride 'em Cowboy! March 05 Britney ain't got nothin' on us, y'all.Al visited his Papa on the work site yesterday.  I seriously doubt that Evenflo had this in mind when they designed the Snugli.  Al's on-the-job training was cut short, however. He was dismissed for sleeping on the job.  March 03 Mumbo Bumbo on RiceIt's here!  I cannot wait for Al to try it out. I'm just hoping he has enough neck control, or we'll have to wait a couple of more weeks to work it into the heavy rotation. And the absence of said Boy in above picture is due to the fact that he is napping and we DO NOT disturb The Nap. But rest assured, as soon as I hear the first hint of stirring, we'll be up and at 'em and trying it out. Also? I hereby do solemnly vow not to make any more baby/mommy purchases for the next month or so. I have succumbed pathetically to the peer pressure of baby toys and merchandise-that-will-make-my-life-as-a-mommy-so-much-easier. But Bumbo and Whoozit are cool! And Lilypadz are just downright necessary. But really, the spending of the dinero needs to slow down just a bit here. And speaking of spending money, Al and I went to pay a registration fee at the And speaking of money again, Al's doctor's office called with the lab results from Tuesday. There were no viruses or bacterial culprits detected, so we're pretty sure that the problem was colitis (way to go, mean Mommy who put her love for dairy above the digestive health of her only son). (You all know that I wouldn't have eaten that extra slice of cheese if I'd known it was going to cause my baby such discomfort, right? Because really. That totally sucked.) So the good news is that there is nothing seriously wrong with Al. The other good news is that I've learned my lesson and that rice milk is mmm-mmm good. He's back to normal, and I've lost another pound. Win-win, I say. March 01 It's all about poop. It's all my fault. There are no photos.You know, I don’t much enjoy reading about poop, and even though one of my favorite blog authors in the whole world regularly includes all sorts of poop references in her entries, it’s a subject I planned never to broach on my own site. Heh. Did you see that word up there? That one that says “never?” Yeah, so here’s my first Poop Entry. What I’m about to tell you may sound alarming, but if you’ll read the information in the links below, or if you’re already a veteran mom, you’ll know that more than likely, there is nothing to worry about. But still, it made for a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. It all began night before last. After his bath and some boob, Al got fussy. I knew he had just pooped his diaper (because if you’ve been around the boy, you know that he lets the world know when he poops), so I went to change him. He had started to develop a nasty diaper rash that covered a large portion of his bottom and boy parts. Of course, the cleaning and wiping only exacerbated his discomfort and he quickly exploded into full-on wailing, complete with quivering vocal chords and huge tears. The Mr. came to see what the commotion was all about, and as I smoothed diaper cream on the little hiney, I told him about the rash. “What did you eat?” He asked. You know, it’s moments like that when I wish that I had just decided to formula-feed the kid. That way, all his rashes and ailments wouldn’t be automatically blamed on me. “Usual stuff,” I told him, and Al continued to howl and wail until I nursed him to tranquility (Hello, I am a human pacifier). The Mr. consulted Dr. Google for possible causes and treatments and concluded that I hadn’t been changing Al often enough. Well, actually, that’s not what he said. He said that we needed to change his diaper more frequently. I interpreted that to mean that everything was All My Fault (Ahem, hormonal much?). Yesterday morning, Al seemed to be feeling better and the lil’ hiney looked slightly less red. I just kept checking and changing his diaper every hour. Mid-morning, while he ate, the boy let a whopper of a toot followed by the unmistakable sounds of pooping. Then my leg felt warm and damp (Oh, yeah, baby). He had blown out left leg-hole of his diaper and had generously smeared looser-than-usual poo on both his favorite “Sweet Pea” blanket and my favorite warm-up pants. I changed the both of us, and we resumed our morning. Around lunchtime, I heard yet another poop sonata, and promptly gathered Al up to change his diaper again. This time, though, the poo (which at this point was loose enough to be called “diarrhea”) was streaked with bright red blood. How’s that for making a first-time-mom’s heart stop? I called our pediatrician, Dr. Grandpa (I love him so!), spoke with his nurse, and within the hour I was headed to the clinic with Al and the questionable diaper (safely sealed in a plastic baggy) in tow. After a hefty question-and-answer session (“Has he been vomiting?” “How many bowel movements has he had in the last 24 hours?” “Have they all been loose and specked with blood?” “Has anyone else at home been sick?” and so on and so forth…), and a lot of poking and prodding on the baby, we talked about Al’s problems with my dairy intake. I admit that I had, in fact, ingested a little more dairy than usual during the last few days, partly in an attempt to test and see if he could tolerate more (Shut up). Dr. Grandpa said that yes, that could definitely have caused diarrhea and the diaper rash. He wouldn’t commit to attributing the blood to that, though, and ordered a stool culture. In the meantime, he told me to watch carefully for signs of dehydration, and to call if there was any vomiting, fever, or lethargy. At that point, the doctor was called away to the phone, and I got to scrape the poop out of the diaper into a specimen cup to send to the lab (Mommyhood is the BEST, y’all!) before dressing and feeding Al (because by now he was one pissed-off little dude) and getting the hell out of there. Over the course of the night and today, he has continued to improve and he’s still as smiley and playful as usual. Also, I’m not quite as worried after reading a few articles like these: Dr. Grandpa’s nurse called earlier with some preliminary test results. At this point we know that there was blood in the stool (um, duh) and that’s about it. I’ll update when I know more. After reading, though, it sounds like a reaction to the increased amount of dairy in my diet. And yes, I feel like shit about that. This entry contains no photos. You’re welcome.
February 27 Spring Is In the AirThe official 1st day of Spring is still 23 days away, but we enjoyed an early taste of it this afternoon:   Babe in Swaddling ClothesI swaddle Alex for his naps, because it helps him sleep better.  But recently, he has gotten bigger, and therefore stronger. Previously, he would sometimes wake up mid-nap, struggle and fuss a little, and then go back to sleep. Last week, he began waking and fighting the blanket to the point where he would become upset (read: howling). One morning, after he had struggled and fussed and gone back to sleep, though, I went in to check on him and found this:  This morning, the exact same thing happened. So guess what I did this afternoon? I swaddled him with the left arm free. He napped for an little over an hour that way.  Yeah, we all know who’s really in control around here. (Hint: It’s not me.)
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