My beautiful son has apparently inherited his father's skin. I'm envious.
I've been taking the boy on walks in the park and, in order for him to get a decent amount of vitamin D, I have not been putting sunscreen on him. If you're screaming at me through the computer screen, that's cool. I like screaming I can't hear.
Luke has not had a single sunburn since we started our walks. He gets his head covered by a nice little shade, but his legs, arms, and sometimes his face remain exposed. His beautiful porcelain skin remains untainted. Meanwhile, my skin has taken on its usual lobster red after being in the sun for longer than 5 minutes.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Oh Geez...
I sit down just a few moments ago to write when my hubby said, "I think he farted," in reference to Luke. "Can you hold him quick while I get a drink?"
It wasn't a fart.
He's now clean and back with his Dad, gurgling and kicking his legs.
I'm starting to think my main functions in life are food maker and poop cleaner. I've earned the title of "food maker" in two ways- I cook the majority of the meals for myself and my husband and not only do I provide milk, but I also make the majority of the bottles. Poop cleaner is also a cherished title since I clean the baby's poopies and will resume the "cleaning the cat box" chore shortly.
Is there an existence more fun than mine? I'm hard pressed to find one.
It wasn't a fart.
He's now clean and back with his Dad, gurgling and kicking his legs.
I'm starting to think my main functions in life are food maker and poop cleaner. I've earned the title of "food maker" in two ways- I cook the majority of the meals for myself and my husband and not only do I provide milk, but I also make the majority of the bottles. Poop cleaner is also a cherished title since I clean the baby's poopies and will resume the "cleaning the cat box" chore shortly.
Is there an existence more fun than mine? I'm hard pressed to find one.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Portrait of an Awesome Dad
This past Father's Day, we took a walk in the park not too far away from where we live. My parents and sister came with us for the journey and though there was much talking and distraction, I managed to get an awesome picture.
The love in this picture is just so cool.
The love in this picture is just so cool.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sickies
I've woken up with a sore throat and crusty nose for the past two days so in order to nip whatever it is in the bud, Luke and I haven't been doing much more than sleeping. Though it may just be allergies, I hope that all this laying around prevents Luke from getting sick. I think I might take him for a walk sick or no tomorrow since he has a well baby doctor's appointment.
Cute thing- last Friday, hubby took the boy into another room so I could have some "me" time. I came into the room to see how they were doing and found this:
It's a little dark, but I didn't want to use the flash and disturb them. The cuteness was just too much!
Cute thing- last Friday, hubby took the boy into another room so I could have some "me" time. I came into the room to see how they were doing and found this:
It's a little dark, but I didn't want to use the flash and disturb them. The cuteness was just too much!
Sunday, June 19, 2011
The Weekend
This past weekend, my parents and sister took a trip up to our area for a little face time with the baby. They hadn't seen Luke since right after he was born, so we spent as much time as possible with them while they were here.
Saturday night we decided to go to the drive in theatre for Green Lantern and Kung Fu Panda 2. Luke went in the van with my family while hubby and I drove separate to have a date of sorts. Both movies were great and we didn't get home til 1:30 am.
Sunday was Father's Day. The adventure began at 6:15 am when Luke started screaming for food. There's no time like the present, so I gave hubby his gifts of Transformers DVDs (the original TV series, not the recent movies). We watched a few and while they don't stand the test of time for us adults, they'll be perfect for sharing with Luke when he's old enough to understand them.
Luke and I went to church with my family while hubby babysat the family pooch and then the lot of us went out to lunch. We parted ways, sending my family back to their home before travelling to hubby's Mom's for a baby visit. Hubby got some lovely Father's Day shirts and some fresh spinach from the garden before we went over to his Dad's for dinner. After many hours, hugs, and feedings, our little family unit headed home to crash.
To boil it down, we saw my mother, father, and sister, and hubby's mother, father, step-mother, step-brother, and sister all in one day and running on four hours of sleep. Happy Father's Day folks.
Saturday night we decided to go to the drive in theatre for Green Lantern and Kung Fu Panda 2. Luke went in the van with my family while hubby and I drove separate to have a date of sorts. Both movies were great and we didn't get home til 1:30 am.
Sunday was Father's Day. The adventure began at 6:15 am when Luke started screaming for food. There's no time like the present, so I gave hubby his gifts of Transformers DVDs (the original TV series, not the recent movies). We watched a few and while they don't stand the test of time for us adults, they'll be perfect for sharing with Luke when he's old enough to understand them.
Luke and I went to church with my family while hubby babysat the family pooch and then the lot of us went out to lunch. We parted ways, sending my family back to their home before travelling to hubby's Mom's for a baby visit. Hubby got some lovely Father's Day shirts and some fresh spinach from the garden before we went over to his Dad's for dinner. After many hours, hugs, and feedings, our little family unit headed home to crash.
To boil it down, we saw my mother, father, and sister, and hubby's mother, father, step-mother, step-brother, and sister all in one day and running on four hours of sleep. Happy Father's Day folks.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Skin
Taking a small turn away from my son for a second, I'd like to comment on how my skin is going absolutely bonkers.
It started with small, clear fluid filled bumps on my pointer and middle fingers on my right hand. These itched, I scratched, and now the skin is continuing to peel rather rapidly off of those fingers. My knuckles have also taken on the texture of steel wool and the skin on the ends of my fingers keep bubbling up and peeling away. This is starting to spread to my left hand.
Yesterday, I went to eat and felt a pain in the corner of my mouth. The skin had split and so I kept my mouth as shut as possible to try and let it heal. Of course this didn't stop it from re-opening every time I opened my mouth. It's now looking pretty nasty and I keep putting hydrogen peroxide on it.
Luckily none of this seems to be passing off to my son. Hopefully it's just severe dry skin due to the weather, but I'm unsure of how to fix it besides repeatedly applying lotion.
It started with small, clear fluid filled bumps on my pointer and middle fingers on my right hand. These itched, I scratched, and now the skin is continuing to peel rather rapidly off of those fingers. My knuckles have also taken on the texture of steel wool and the skin on the ends of my fingers keep bubbling up and peeling away. This is starting to spread to my left hand.
Yesterday, I went to eat and felt a pain in the corner of my mouth. The skin had split and so I kept my mouth as shut as possible to try and let it heal. Of course this didn't stop it from re-opening every time I opened my mouth. It's now looking pretty nasty and I keep putting hydrogen peroxide on it.
Luckily none of this seems to be passing off to my son. Hopefully it's just severe dry skin due to the weather, but I'm unsure of how to fix it besides repeatedly applying lotion.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Dharma Dad
So my hubby is getting in on the blog action! Read his take on things over at http://dharmapitu.blogspot.com/
The Hospital, Take 2
Today Luke learned how to roll over. While this is normally a cause for celebration, the boy learned how to do this by falling off of the couch.
I put him beside me so I could stand up and get him a bottle. I stand up, hear a soft thud followed by a shriek, turn around and see my little boy on the floor. I feel as though I should win the "Worst Mommy of the Year" award for not just trying to get off of the couch while holding him.
I called his doctor, who wasn't there, but her business partner/doctor told me to take him to Urgent Care or the ER. We went to Urgent Care and were told just to go straight to the ER in case he needed a CAT scan. The ER said he DIDN'T need a CAT scan, but they made us stay for several hours for observation, just in case.
He's home and doing well now. He was really mad at me for taking him to the hospital, but it seems he has forgiven me for the most part. I'm going to keep an eye on him tonight, just to be sure.
I put him beside me so I could stand up and get him a bottle. I stand up, hear a soft thud followed by a shriek, turn around and see my little boy on the floor. I feel as though I should win the "Worst Mommy of the Year" award for not just trying to get off of the couch while holding him.
I called his doctor, who wasn't there, but her business partner/doctor told me to take him to Urgent Care or the ER. We went to Urgent Care and were told just to go straight to the ER in case he needed a CAT scan. The ER said he DIDN'T need a CAT scan, but they made us stay for several hours for observation, just in case.
He's home and doing well now. He was really mad at me for taking him to the hospital, but it seems he has forgiven me for the most part. I'm going to keep an eye on him tonight, just to be sure.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Mommy's the Favorite
Right now, Luke is playing favorites and I'm it. This leaves me in a bit of a predicament.
On one hand, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE that he he wants to be with me 24/7. It's a special kind of feeling knowing that you're the little guy's favorite person in the world and when he acts like the world rises and falls at my feet, I swoon.
On the other hand, I can see that it kind of hurts my husband's feelings and my hubby doesn't deserve that. Hubby is a fantastic Dad, dotes on his son, and really should get more credit than Luke is giving him. Plus, while being the favorite means lots of snuggles and cooing, it also means that babykins screams blue 60 every time I put him down or have to do something without him.
I'm honestly torn.
On one hand, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE that he he wants to be with me 24/7. It's a special kind of feeling knowing that you're the little guy's favorite person in the world and when he acts like the world rises and falls at my feet, I swoon.
On the other hand, I can see that it kind of hurts my husband's feelings and my hubby doesn't deserve that. Hubby is a fantastic Dad, dotes on his son, and really should get more credit than Luke is giving him. Plus, while being the favorite means lots of snuggles and cooing, it also means that babykins screams blue 60 every time I put him down or have to do something without him.
I'm honestly torn.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Aww Man
I have a Droid X phone and though I adore it, my phone has been giving me plenty of issues lately that make me want to tear my hair out.
The most recent is with the SD card. I got this random message saying my SD card was blank or unsupported. This is the card that came with the phone, so I'm not sure how it can be unsupported and since it held a decent amount of my applications along with all of my pictures, I seriously doubt it's blank. I took it out and put the card in my husband's phone to see if I could access anything there and his phone didn't recognize the card at all. This could mean my card has gone bad.
My phone wants me to reformat the SD card. This would mean erasing EVERYTHING I have on said card, including videos of listening to Luke's heartbeat in the womb and his first hiccups that day after he was born. Like an idiot, I never backed up these files on my desktop because it never occurred to me that I could lose these important pieces. Luckily most of the pictures I had were put on Facebook so I can access them.
The moral of the story is to always back up files important to you. I just hope I can get everything off my SD card sometime in the near future if I can get anything off it at all. In the meantime, features like personalized ringtones, applications, and files cannot be accessed.
The most recent is with the SD card. I got this random message saying my SD card was blank or unsupported. This is the card that came with the phone, so I'm not sure how it can be unsupported and since it held a decent amount of my applications along with all of my pictures, I seriously doubt it's blank. I took it out and put the card in my husband's phone to see if I could access anything there and his phone didn't recognize the card at all. This could mean my card has gone bad.
My phone wants me to reformat the SD card. This would mean erasing EVERYTHING I have on said card, including videos of listening to Luke's heartbeat in the womb and his first hiccups that day after he was born. Like an idiot, I never backed up these files on my desktop because it never occurred to me that I could lose these important pieces. Luckily most of the pictures I had were put on Facebook so I can access them.
The moral of the story is to always back up files important to you. I just hope I can get everything off my SD card sometime in the near future if I can get anything off it at all. In the meantime, features like personalized ringtones, applications, and files cannot be accessed.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Vocalizing
I got Luke vocalizing in a little video today and I figured I'd share. It's not to the same level of "talking" that he's been doing, but it's still cool.
My mother suggested I put these videos on YouTube and share them that way, but I think this might just be easier. At first I wanted to keep them private. I'm not sure what changed my mind.
My mother suggested I put these videos on YouTube and share them that way, but I think this might just be easier. At first I wanted to keep them private. I'm not sure what changed my mind.
A First
Today has had many ups and downs.
I sang in the choir at church today and Luke was babysat by his Aunt Sarah. He stayed mostly quiet through almost the whole service, thus proving the woman knows what she's doing. Singing in choir was tons of fun and one of the lovely ladies gave me some baby food items from the pantry that will help immensely in the feeding of the boy.
We went shopping right after church, which resulted in me not breast feeding or having a chance to pump until around 2:30 pm (I had last breast fed at 9:30ish am). I was so thrilled when I pumped an ounce (Luke was asleep). I haven't been able to do that save for one time before Luke went into the hospital. I was elated that all of the pumping and pain was starting to work and maybe, just maybe, I'd be able to stop supplementing sometime in the months to come.
Luke awoke an hour later, breast fed for around 15 minutes and then wanted a bottle. I pumped while I fed him the bottle and barely got out a milliliter. My mind immediately went into the negatives of "Aww man, I was doing so well! I was only deluding myself," and all of the other self depreciating things I do that I shouldn't. Luke finished, I went to burp him, and he threw up almost everything he'd just eaten all down my shirt and into my bra.
I've never been sick to my stomach over one of Luke's bodily functions before, but the smell of his throw up made bile rise in my throat. Jason immediately helped me clean off the baby, get undressed (which left baby vomit in my hair), and get into a shower where I cleaned both myself and the baby. My lovely husband put our clothes in the wash so they didn't stain.
The worst part is I'm still sick to my stomach and it's hours later. I hope it'll pass soon.
I sang in the choir at church today and Luke was babysat by his Aunt Sarah. He stayed mostly quiet through almost the whole service, thus proving the woman knows what she's doing. Singing in choir was tons of fun and one of the lovely ladies gave me some baby food items from the pantry that will help immensely in the feeding of the boy.
We went shopping right after church, which resulted in me not breast feeding or having a chance to pump until around 2:30 pm (I had last breast fed at 9:30ish am). I was so thrilled when I pumped an ounce (Luke was asleep). I haven't been able to do that save for one time before Luke went into the hospital. I was elated that all of the pumping and pain was starting to work and maybe, just maybe, I'd be able to stop supplementing sometime in the months to come.
Luke awoke an hour later, breast fed for around 15 minutes and then wanted a bottle. I pumped while I fed him the bottle and barely got out a milliliter. My mind immediately went into the negatives of "Aww man, I was doing so well! I was only deluding myself," and all of the other self depreciating things I do that I shouldn't. Luke finished, I went to burp him, and he threw up almost everything he'd just eaten all down my shirt and into my bra.
I've never been sick to my stomach over one of Luke's bodily functions before, but the smell of his throw up made bile rise in my throat. Jason immediately helped me clean off the baby, get undressed (which left baby vomit in my hair), and get into a shower where I cleaned both myself and the baby. My lovely husband put our clothes in the wash so they didn't stain.
The worst part is I'm still sick to my stomach and it's hours later. I hope it'll pass soon.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Ads
Quick note: There are ads on this site. The goal is for you to click ads which generates money and then helps us keep afloat. I'd love to generate enough money here to make an impact on our finances, but I won't hold my breath. I've tried to block ads that aren't relevant to the site, but I'm sure I didn't get them all. Please, if you see an ad you like, click it.
Squiggles
So Luke has been working on his words and his movements lately and I could not be happier. We've been watching the "Your Baby Can Read" videos and Luke has been vocalizing more and more sounds every day. Last night I swear he almost said "I love you" and then today he scooted/crawled up his Dad's chest while lying down.
Now, many parents will say "He'll be two months old on Monday. He can't be speaking or crawling yet." To be honest, this all may be wishful thinking, but I'm going to contend that my baby is an intelligent little boy that happens to be above the curve.
Now, many parents will say "He'll be two months old on Monday. He can't be speaking or crawling yet." To be honest, this all may be wishful thinking, but I'm going to contend that my baby is an intelligent little boy that happens to be above the curve.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Deep Thoughts (by Jack Handy)
I love having Luke with me. I love snuggling him to sleep, feeding him, giving him tons of kisses, and loving on him. I love listening to him coo, make new sounds, and even cry. I love every diaper, soiled outfit, and cranky day we have together.
That being said, there are times I really miss being pregnant.
I'm not entirely sure why though. I had a rather rough pregnancy. I lost weight for the constant throwing up my first trimester, was SUPER tired my second trimester, and had to inject myself with insulin for a good chunk of the process. My moods went all over the place and I was terrible to be around.
But the baby was all mine. I didn't have to share him or worry about others carrying him. I could easily drive with him without a car seat. Every kick was known only to me unless I decided to share.
I wouldn't trade him being with me for the world, there are just some times I miss him being mine ONLY. Call me selfish, but I do.
That being said, there are times I really miss being pregnant.
I'm not entirely sure why though. I had a rather rough pregnancy. I lost weight for the constant throwing up my first trimester, was SUPER tired my second trimester, and had to inject myself with insulin for a good chunk of the process. My moods went all over the place and I was terrible to be around.
But the baby was all mine. I didn't have to share him or worry about others carrying him. I could easily drive with him without a car seat. Every kick was known only to me unless I decided to share.
I wouldn't trade him being with me for the world, there are just some times I miss him being mine ONLY. Call me selfish, but I do.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Overprotective?
My husband and I have been recently re-watching Penn & Teller's "Bullsh*t" on Netflix. One of the episodes was on Stranger Danger and it hit me a little too close to home.
When I was little, I was the victim of two kidnapping attempts by the same guys. While I was never snagged, it still was a terrifying experience. I'm not sure if my mother's overprotective nature stemmed from that happening or from her own past experiences, but I know we all were extra careful from then on.
My hubby and I have been talking about schooling when Luke gets older. Ultimately we'd like to be in a place where Luke can walk to school like my husband did, but hubby seemed a bit put out by me expressing that I would not feel comfortable with Luke walking alone until he was at least in high school. This stems from my fears of what I experienced and I'm aware of that. I'm also aware that Luke has a higher chance of dying from a traffic accident or even HIV than he does of being kidnapped by a stranger. This does not calm me down.
I guess it's more that I feel kidnapping may be somewhat preventable, whereas traffic accidents aren't always. If I'm walking with my son, he's less of a target. Other kids aren't as much of a deterrent as an adult. Do I impose on his freedoms to keep him potentially safe when statistically there's no real threat from strangers? Luke has more chance of being kidnapped by someone we know, so should I never introduce him to people?
The agreement we came up with is that we'd enroll Luke in martial arts as soon as they'll accept him. I agreed to let him walk by himself to school or the store when he gets to middle school age only if he can defend himself. I'm still not comfortable with the idea though. I doubt I ever will be.
When I was little, I was the victim of two kidnapping attempts by the same guys. While I was never snagged, it still was a terrifying experience. I'm not sure if my mother's overprotective nature stemmed from that happening or from her own past experiences, but I know we all were extra careful from then on.
My hubby and I have been talking about schooling when Luke gets older. Ultimately we'd like to be in a place where Luke can walk to school like my husband did, but hubby seemed a bit put out by me expressing that I would not feel comfortable with Luke walking alone until he was at least in high school. This stems from my fears of what I experienced and I'm aware of that. I'm also aware that Luke has a higher chance of dying from a traffic accident or even HIV than he does of being kidnapped by a stranger. This does not calm me down.
I guess it's more that I feel kidnapping may be somewhat preventable, whereas traffic accidents aren't always. If I'm walking with my son, he's less of a target. Other kids aren't as much of a deterrent as an adult. Do I impose on his freedoms to keep him potentially safe when statistically there's no real threat from strangers? Luke has more chance of being kidnapped by someone we know, so should I never introduce him to people?
The agreement we came up with is that we'd enroll Luke in martial arts as soon as they'll accept him. I agreed to let him walk by himself to school or the store when he gets to middle school age only if he can defend himself. I'm still not comfortable with the idea though. I doubt I ever will be.
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