Sleep, My Elusive Old Friend

I’ll start with a preemptive apology for and worse than normal grammatical errors and any worse than normal rambling and overall incoherence. I haven’t had a whole lot of sleep in the last few months. It began in the middle of pregnancy, though in those days I could still catch the occasional nap. Lukas started out as a very strong sleeper at birth, but the majority of his sleep took place during the day. It took us about two to two and a half months to switch him from sleeping those nice four hour stretches during the day to night time and even then there were a few nights where he quite literally woke up every thirty minutes needing the pacifier to plug the screaming hole in his face.

After two particularly crappy weeks of sleepless nights, I threw in the towel. After one midnight feeding, the next time he cried out, I simply closed the door to his room and then ours and I crashed for four hours. Kurt remarked how well I slept through the crying. I thought Lukas had eventually given in and that I had woken up to the sound of him starting up again. I had no idea the baby cried the entire time. This surely must be a sign of the stubbornness to come.

In the days leading up to Lukas’ four month birthday we were on a routine of him falling asleep at about ten at night, waking up three to four times a night, waking up for the day at about eight to eight thirty in the morning, and then only taking about three naps which lasted fifteen to thirty minutes. I didn’t feed him every time he woke up during the night, but still at four months old he should be able to sleep “through the night” without a feeding at all.

Lukas’ four-month baby wellness appointment was on Friday. The Boy weighs in at sixteen pounds. He is twenty-five and half inches tall/long, and his head circumference is sixteen and a half inches. He’s in the seventy fifth percentile across the board. He is currently wearing nine-month clothes because I can’t fit his melon head in six month clothes. He has reached all the milestones except the ability to roll over. He can recognize Kurt and I, which he has been able to do since he was two and half months old, he coos, smiles and laughs, and reaches for things. He can also self soothe. We can and do put him down for naps while he’s still awake. The boy just doesn’t sleep for very long, and will sometimes simply refuse to take a nap.

The doctor said it was absolutely fine to add some rice cereal to The Boy’s diet and that giving it to him just before bedtime should help reduce the number of times he interrupts my sleep with his nagging. That night we did just that and we put The Boy to bed at the same time Sophia goes to bed, eight. He didn’t like the cereal much and liked the bedtime even less. He only cried for half an hour but then started up again at nine or nine thirty. That lasted another hour before he finally got the hint. The next night he was quiet until nine but only cried for about fifteen minutes. Both nights he still woke three to four times. On the third night he went to bed without a fuss and only woke once. I wasn’t so lucky the fourth night. Putting him to bed isn’t an issue. Keeping him asleep for more than two hours is. I’m going to need tea that is a lot more caffeinated if this continues.

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Whac-A-Boogie

I’m fairly certain that the Whac-A-Mole arcade games are actually meant as parent preparation tools. They arm one with the hand-eye coordination and super speed one needs in order to siphon those tiny boogies out of a baby’s nose as it pops out and then hides with each breath. Though I think it would be much easier if I had a mallet for the job instead of a nasal aspirator (the snot sucker).

Lukas isn’t sick. He’s just been perpetually snotty for a few weeks. I think it’s the spring weather.

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All Hands On Spout

I started putting Lukas in the Walk-Around Stationary Walker (AKA The Not-a-Walker) when he was two months old so that he would have some different scenery while went off to do things for Sophia. Unlike his sister, he actually likes the not-a-walker. Lukas was exactly three months and one week old when he began reaching out for things, and already in his first attempts, he’s showing that he’s all boy. The first thing he reached out to was the sparkly blue cloth waterspout of the whale on his not-a-walker and tore some of the blue sparkly off.
whale spout
He still doesn’t have full control of his hands. He’ll stare at them as if they’re separate entities from himself, and occasionally they actually become sentient and reach up and pull his pacifier out of his mouth. One time he actually became mad about this and was frustrated that the mean hands wouldn’t put the pacifier back in his mouth.

two months-old in the not-a-walker

Picture taken 1/31/2011

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Another Preschool Daughter of Mine

The kids in Sophia’s preschool class are all used to the fact that she doesn’t talk right away and that about half the time she still has to be dragged into the classroom. On Friday I was a little late dropping her off at school so all the kids were already there and Sophia didn’t want to go into the already full classroom. Because I have to carry Lukas with me in his car seat, I have a hard time coaxing her into the room while juggling him, so the teacher told two of the girls to go get Sophia. The girls came out, “Come on Sophia let’s go in.” The dark haired girl said to Sophia. Each girl took one of Sophia’s hands and the three of them went in. “Bye Sophia. I’ll see you later.” I said to her as I always do. She never says goodbye, but I still keep the habit just in case one day she surprises me. The same girl that spoke before called back to me, “Bye mommy. Thank you.” The teacher and I about died laughing. That was adorable, and much appreciated. At least one of them says goodbye.

Sophia running towards me at the park

Picture taken 3/20/2011 Sophia running towards me at the park.

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Breasty McSweater Vest

At the beginning of March I was invited to a Tastefully Simple party. I had to take Lukas with me since The Boy, much like his sister, refuses to take a bottle. I know there is no need to dress up a baby to make them cuter, but I had a dress-up type outfit that I wanted to use. It was too big for him at Christmas and I figured at the rate he is growing it would be too small at Easter, so I dressed him up for the party.
Breasty McSweater Vest
Kurt arrived home and as soon as he saw The Boy he said, “Breasty McSweater Vest!” as if he were announcing a clown to stage. Queue the circus music. I didn’t get the joke so he explained that he works with a guy whom one of our friends has dubbed, “Breasty McSweater Vest”. He’s a chubby guy who always wears a sweater vest. Fantastic. I think The Boy looks cute and Kurt is comparing him to a middle-aged man with moobs.

At the end of the month, I gave up trying to squeeze the almost four-month-old boy into six-month clothes and moved him up to nine-month clothes. The first shirt was not to Lukas’ liking so he had a blowout. When Kurt arrived home and saw Lukas in the second outfit, “Dilbert!” he announced. So Lukas has a geek mom who dresses him like he’s going to interview for a network technician job. I still think he looks cute.
Dilbert
He hates the flash on the camera that’s why he has the deer in headlights look.

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Baby Squeezins: Diaper of the Month

I wasn’t going to do it but I’ve had two requests to continue the old tradition I created when Sophia was an infant. Frankly, after Sophia, the boy’s diapers have been a disappointment. One would think that that boy would have superbly nasty boy diapers but he doesn’t. He’s all sound…and smell. He’s finally picked up on the blowouts and here is the best from the month of March.
baby squeezins
Anytime I’m changing Lukas’ diaper Sophia informs me, “Lukas make green stinky.”

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First Parent Teacher Conference

Our conference was only supposed to be half an hour but we wound up chatting for an hour. I think Sophia’s teacher was thoroughly entertained by Kurt and I. Along with the conference Sophia’s teacher also gave us a written progress report: “Sophia has been making wonderful progress at preschool. She has been showing much more comfort with the staff and the other children. Sophia joins us in all activities, although she may not always participate fully, she stays with the activity. After she hangs up her coat and backpack, she generally chooses an activity to begin her day. Combing her hair has become an expected activity and she seems to like to begin her day getting her headband and brushing her hair. The most important accomplishment is that Sophia is smiling for most of the day. She seems happy to be at school, play with the students, and do the activities. I look forward to watching her continued growth for the remainder of this school year. She is a very sweet little girl who is a pleasure to have in preschool.”

My little fashionista

Picture taken 3/27/2010.

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Tickled by toes

I didn’t think it would tickle me so much to see and have the picture, but it did. Right after I wrote the post about Lukas’ newborn pictures, and about Sophia first relating to him by pointing out the size difference between their feet, our photographer sent one of the feet shots that she did get.

You’re right, the feet pictures did not come out well at all, but I thought you might like to have a not technically good one over nothing, so I’ve attached the best one in color and black and white.

feets

You really didn’t have to send it, but I’m so glad that you did. It may not be technically good, but I love it. It’s a sentimental mom thing which you obviously understand.

Thank you. :)

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First Impressions Towards Baby Feet

The morning after Lukas was born Kurt came back to the hospital with his mom and Sophia. While Kurt and his mother cooed over the new baby, Sophia crawled into bed with me. I held her for a while. I can’t remember what caused her to crawl back down. I think that it may have been feeding time for the baby and she didn’t want to be that close to him, but I don’t remember. I also don’t remember how it came up that Kurt and I were trying to explain to her that this wiggly little blob of a human was the baby brother we had been telling her about for a few months, but she didn’t like it. Not one bit. She crawled under my bed and said, “I don’t want him. I don’t want him! I don’t want him!”

“Look at how tiny his feet are” I showed Sophia. I pointed out how big her feet were in comparison and that is how she first began to relate to Lukas. After showing her the difference in foot size, she would come to me while I held Lukas and say, “Wook-et sm-ahww feets”. Then she would lift her own foot up, “Wook-et em big feets”.

We had a professional photographer take Lukas’ newborn pictures. I really wish I had known her when Sophia was born. I would have loved to have this type and quality of pictures for both kids. I told the photographer that Sophia wasn’t too sure about having a brother and that the only way she related to him was by comparing their foot size, so I asked if we could encourage a shot of their feet together. Sophia did try to cooperate by putting her feet near Lukas’ feet but I guess the shots just didn’t come out very well. The photographer did fully captured Sophia’s feelings toward the blobby human baby.

All that fuss over this?
I don't like it.  He looks funny.

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Too much TV! Ya don’t say?

We recently celebrated our twelfth anniversary. A couple of friends volunteered to watch our munchkins, but even with childcare arraignments, we weren’t sure if it would be much of an outing. We haven’t been able to get Lukas to drink from a bottle. When Kurt tries to offer the bottle Lukas does nothing. When I attempt to offer it to him he looks at me as if to say, “Don’t give me that silicone crap! I know you have the real deal under that sweater.” Actually, that was more of a Sophia attitude. Lukas is much more laidback. He’ll accept the silicone boob-replacement, but he requires that the formula be squirted into his mouth. He’ll suck on silicone pacifier all day long, but he won’t suck on a bottle nipple. That’s just asking too much.

Before leaving I tried to nurse the boy as much as he would take so that we could have at least two to three hours of adult conversation without Sophia, hands held up on either side of her chin with her palms up, yelling at the top of her three-year-old lungs, “I don’t say! I don’t say! I don’t say!” Anytime she speaks gibberish Kurt will just look at her and say, “Ya don’t say?” So she turned it around and that is what she yells until one of us inevitably gives her attention by bursting into laughter.

Dinner began with a crab cake appetizer. My main course was some awesomely buttery tasting scallops and Kurt ordered steak and prawns. For dessert, we split a blackberry cobbler with ice cream. It looked sloppy with the berry juice spilling over the ramekin, but tasted fantastic. And that was the point when I realized I needed to change my TV watching preferences. When part of a meal critique is how it is plated…I watch way too much of the food network. As I cook, I also find myself paying attention to my knife cuts. Another thing to occupy my mind…No good can come of this.

After dinner, we called our sitters to see how Lukas was doing and decide if we wish to risk subjecting our babysitting victims volunteers to a fussy hungry infant by going to a movie. They informed us that he actually drank about an ounce of formula. Great success! It wasn’t enough to constitute a full infant meal, but it was enough to bide more time. We continued our date to include viewing the movie, “True Grit”. Great movie. The only thing that bothered me about it was that twice characters in the movie alluded to the main character being ugly and she was not. Either throw those lines out, cast an ugly girl, or use a little make-up to make her ugly. I have no visual imagination. I need some props over here! *smacking the back of one hand into the palm of the other three times in rapid succession* I need the girl to look ugly! M’kay?

We arrived back home, yawning, at eleven. Yeah we really know how to paint the town red don’t we? It was perfect timing because Lukas was just beginning to get fussy. He smiled when he saw me. I realize that’s a great milestone, but the smiling boy sometimes weirds me out a little. His smiles are often huge when he knows it’s about time to eat that my mind sometimes run through Oedipus scenarios. You see, I have enough to occupy my mind. I don’t need to add knife cuts to that mix.

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