The little bugger is driving me mad. I returned from getting a pedicure with Dee and the baby at around 7 pm last night, to find that he had escaped the kitchen, and then escaped the yard, and was no where in sight. All this and I was only gone for about 40 minutes. Upon checking the voice mails I found out that the AKC service had called and someone had found him. Dee went to the pick him up while I threw the salmon on the grill. I had to have quite the talk with him when they got back. I wanted to beat him silly, but I know that he is simply a dog, and would have no idea why I was punishing him that long after the fact. His smiley little face was staring up at me, tail a wagging, totally oblivious to the fact that he had scared me, and that with me, anger always follows fear. So instead of an ineffective beatdown we had a talk.
It started out the same way I remember some of my Dad's talks to me going when I was a petulant teenager ~ "Mulligan, I love you very much but I sure don't LIKE you right now". He didn't burst into tears like I used to when I heard those words, and quite honestly, as the conversation didn't feature the words "Biscuit", "Walk", "Dog Park", or "ride in the car" I don't think that Mully got a single thing out of it. I cant say that it made me feel any better either, so today he is still in the frozen tundra of my love and affection. He is getting the big freeze. Its a terrible thing to give a dog a version of the silent treatment, but I am. I am not a very mature person, obviously. How on EARTH am I going to discipline my SON when I give a dog the silent treatment?
Speaking of my son, he is sleeping upstairs. We have a big day ahead of us, as its Thursday. Every Thursday we have lunch with Mom Mom Jule (Luke's Great Grandmother and one of my all time favorite and most important people). We go down to her house and take her to the very chic and overpriced farmers market for lunch, then hit up Trader Joe's. The Farmers Market is one of those places where you can buy, flowers that were imported from, like, Zimbabwe just that morning and only cost like $18/stem. Whatever. The prepared food is great though, and Luke really seems to like looking around at all of the hustle and bustle and the colors of all of the foods and flowers. After that we head to my Nursing Mom's group at the hospital that Luke was delivered at. He gets to see his little baby buddies, and get naked for the big weigh in. Usually between 30 and 40 Moms are there with their little ones, and its just so fun to see these babies ranging from a few days old to over 9 months old getting stripped down for the weigh in. Its like a Dr. Seuss book featuring babies instead of dogs. After that we are heading to the Devon Horse Show with my Mom. Luke is doing all right today getting in time with his Grandmother and Great Grandmother. I cant wait to show him the horses.......and to show him off, of course. Nate comes home tonight and I am so excited to see him!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Playgroup Ponderings
So I have one session of playgroup under my belt. How is it that I got to be old enough to have a kid who playgroup's??? I feel like it was just yesterday that my Mom was having all of the neighborhood mom's over to our house for playgroup down in the basement. I remember that Becca was a biter, it was quite the playgroup scandal. I am happy to say that she did eventually grow out of that. Perhaps I have picked up where she left off? When words fail me I find myself resorting to biting lately. More on that in a moment.
I am thrilled to say that I really enjoyed it. There were 6 of us, the babies ranged from 8 months down to 9 weeks. There was none of the competitive mom bullshit that I so dread and the eats were good. Luke was a little charmer as usual. I had no choice but to bite him mid-playgroup......something about him laying on a blanket on the floor just waving his arms and legs and "talking" up at me in spazms of delight was simply too much for me ~ I had no other appropriate response but to scoop the kid up in my arms and bite him silly. Its too endearing. Emotional overload. His grins instantly twist my heart into this CRAMP, no one ever told me that happy love could actually hurt. Luke has started to seemingly live for the sound of his own voice. He does a whole operetta ~ a gurgling gargling study on the letter "G". His little legs kick up in the air to help him hit the high notes. I watch this for hours. Nate got some of it on videotape down at the beach as Luke was singing a love song to the ceiling fan. The fan seemed nonplussed by the whole thing, but Luke's determination never faltered. He is hell bent on wooing that fan.
His newest way of wrapping me around his finger involves pulling off the nip while nursing to look up at me with a giant grin. As soon as I make eye contact with him while he is eating BAM comes the grin. Again, too much. I have to pick him up and bury my face in his smelly little neck in utter disbelief that this sweet little creature is really my SON. This morning we had a little mutual admiration love fest in my bed. Luke was looking fine in his best white trash onesie, I hadnt even buttoned all of the crotch snaps, so his diaper was bulging out (not a great look). I made him laugh, he made me laugh, so forth and so on. I leaned in for a giant kiss ~ just as his mouth suddenly turned into the wellspring of a chunky breastmilk/stomach stuff stew ~ it literally just guysered out of his mouth and down both sides of his face into his aforementioned stink neck. Missed my mouth by a hair. Nate would have absolutely joined in had he witnessed such an event. It was disgust-o. That ended the love fest session.
I am thrilled to say that I really enjoyed it. There were 6 of us, the babies ranged from 8 months down to 9 weeks. There was none of the competitive mom bullshit that I so dread and the eats were good. Luke was a little charmer as usual. I had no choice but to bite him mid-playgroup......something about him laying on a blanket on the floor just waving his arms and legs and "talking" up at me in spazms of delight was simply too much for me ~ I had no other appropriate response but to scoop the kid up in my arms and bite him silly. Its too endearing. Emotional overload. His grins instantly twist my heart into this CRAMP, no one ever told me that happy love could actually hurt. Luke has started to seemingly live for the sound of his own voice. He does a whole operetta ~ a gurgling gargling study on the letter "G". His little legs kick up in the air to help him hit the high notes. I watch this for hours. Nate got some of it on videotape down at the beach as Luke was singing a love song to the ceiling fan. The fan seemed nonplussed by the whole thing, but Luke's determination never faltered. He is hell bent on wooing that fan.
His newest way of wrapping me around his finger involves pulling off the nip while nursing to look up at me with a giant grin. As soon as I make eye contact with him while he is eating BAM comes the grin. Again, too much. I have to pick him up and bury my face in his smelly little neck in utter disbelief that this sweet little creature is really my SON. This morning we had a little mutual admiration love fest in my bed. Luke was looking fine in his best white trash onesie, I hadnt even buttoned all of the crotch snaps, so his diaper was bulging out (not a great look). I made him laugh, he made me laugh, so forth and so on. I leaned in for a giant kiss ~ just as his mouth suddenly turned into the wellspring of a chunky breastmilk/stomach stuff stew ~ it literally just guysered out of his mouth and down both sides of his face into his aforementioned stink neck. Missed my mouth by a hair. Nate would have absolutely joined in had he witnessed such an event. It was disgust-o. That ended the love fest session.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
I forgot to add that the long awaited poop finally happened. He was laying in his swing as we got ready to walk to Chris and Laura's yesterday. Nate went to pick him up to get him in the already-packed-ready-to-go stroller and he was a shitbomb. It was everywhere. A weeks worth of poop ~ you can imagine.
About 1/2 hour and one emergency bath/change later we were out the door.
About 1/2 hour and one emergency bath/change later we were out the door.
So this is my first foray into the wonderful world of blogging. This is really meant more to be a journal of sorts ~ someplace to jot down Luke's little milestones and the details of his infancy. I guess it is also a place to remember all the milestones that I experience as a mom........like the way I have learned to pump while sitting at my computer (if I lean in to the desk I can pump and still type with both hands~ VICTORY!) or how I got through being sick and having a sick baby this past weekend. At the moment I feel as though I will remember every single detail, but I know that in time it will all get fuzzy.
This past weekend was Memorial Day. We headed down to Cape May Thursday around noon. I woke up that morning feeling a cold coming on, and by the time we left I was already full throttle with a runny nose and cough. Joy Joy. Nothing like a cold to get you in the beach mood! The weather was absolutely beautiful, sunny and warm, as it continued to be all weekend. We got the baby all settled in, he loved his new crib, and especially its positioning as it allowed him a fantastic view of one of his favorite things......the ceiling fan. Who would have thought that a fan could provide such hours of entertainment.....Luke stares at it and "talks" to it for long stretches at a time. He also seemed to love the way that the slats of the crib felt against his feet ~ no bumpers there to block the sensation of the bumpy wood against his bare feet. We took a long walk and came home to a wonderful dinner of swordfish and clams on the grill. It was nice to have some time with Mom and Dad before everyone got there. We got to get the baby settled in and relax a bit before the weekend really took off. He slept great that night right next to us in his crib.
Friday was spent on the beach. Luke was a trooper, playing along with putting his feet in the cold ocean water and feeling the sand between his toes. He didn't seem too bothered OR excited by any of it. We got some great pictures, and I simply wanted to eat him up in his CUTE little bathing suit. The hat was critical in keeping him shielded from the sun, and he showed no reaction to the sunscreen that I put on him. We read books and did a lot of cuddling in between his naps in the jogging stroller. Everyone rolled in on Friday night, and of course we had STUMPOS for dinner. Luke woke up around 3.30 to eat and I could instantly tell that my cold had hit him, he sounded like Nate snoring as he tried to breath. My heart sank. I felt so guilty knowing that I had given this to him! He went back to sleep but slept fitfully until dawn or so. I didn't get much sleep from 3.30 on as I was worried about him. That day he was clearly sick, but did not have a fever, so we again took him to the beach. Nate and I went to get lunch at Akroteria with Luke around 1 , and it was so hot that we started to feel guilty having him out. We walked him home. Poor kid was not able to sleep, so he was getting cranky and frustrated. Nate held him while I took a shower, and then we tried hard to get him to sleep. The issue was that with such a congested nose it was hard for him to sleep on his back. Nate went back to the beach and Luke and I spent the afternoon at home. That night he woke up around 10.30 with a fever of 100,7. I felt awful, and worried, and nervous. It was a long night. I got no sleep. Mom heard us up with Luke, and came down around 4 to find me crying, the baby crying, and a sleepy Nate equally frustrated and helpless. Mom took charge, sending Nate and I to bed to get some sleep and taking Luke from us. I went to bed crying with a bizarre mixture of relief and guilt. I knew that I needed sleep to help the baby, but I felt as though I was abandoning him. I woke up at 5.30 to find both Luke and Mom racked out on the couch. I was tempted to wake Mom and send her back to bed, but in all honesty they looked rather peaceful, so I left well enough alone and went back to bed. I repeated this at 6.30 with the same result. I finally woke for the day around 7.30, tired and worried about Luke. His fever had gone down to 99.5 but was still there. His little eyes were runny and he seemed beat. He also hadn't pooped in 6 days, despite our best efforts with the previously magic apple juice bottle trick. Poor guy. He was like a train wreck, a ticking poop laden time bomb with snot running down his face and a tired sick mother. Everyone gave him lots of cuddles, and eventually Jamie danced him to sleep. A dose of Tylenol and a call to the Dr put my mind at ease.........and by noon he was like a different kid already. Nate went out fishing, we went to the beach, and we had a great time. Luke slept a LOT, and his fever went away entirely. I was so grateful and was really able to enjoy my last day on the beach. That night we had a FANTASTIC feast of lasagna and all of the appropriate peripherals, then the whole gang walked to Charlies. We gave Luke a dab of ice cream and he didn't quite know what to make of it. In all honesty he seemed to prefer the soggy, spit up soaked baby bjorn, which he chewed on with a gusto. Mom and Dad found baby sunglasses that Velcro around the babies head, and bought them for Luke along with an adorable seersucker outfit and hat (how did my tiny baby get to be wearing 6-12 month clothes already at 14 weeks????)....We put the sunglasses on Luke and he immediately went into the most convincing Stevie Wonder imitation I have ever seen. He started turning his head back and forth over and over ~ it was HILARIOUS. My stomach hurt from laughing.
We headed home on Monday morning and went to a Bar B Que later that day at Chris and Laura's. Nate left this morning for FL so it is just me and the kid until late Thursday night. I have a MOUNTAIN of housework to do, and am sitting here hoping to avoid it for as long as possible. Luke is napping upstairs in the swing. Today is our first venture into the wide world of Playgroup. Yes, playgroup. I am now a mom who "playgroup's". Laura from my titty club is starting it. I will know her, Erin and Beth Lee, and there will be about 7 other girls there. I am really looking forward to getting to know other women with little's Luke's age and hope to make some good friends out of it. Will update as to how it goes later.
Okay, I am officially on the blogging board. And I am boring already!
This past weekend was Memorial Day. We headed down to Cape May Thursday around noon. I woke up that morning feeling a cold coming on, and by the time we left I was already full throttle with a runny nose and cough. Joy Joy. Nothing like a cold to get you in the beach mood! The weather was absolutely beautiful, sunny and warm, as it continued to be all weekend. We got the baby all settled in, he loved his new crib, and especially its positioning as it allowed him a fantastic view of one of his favorite things......the ceiling fan. Who would have thought that a fan could provide such hours of entertainment.....Luke stares at it and "talks" to it for long stretches at a time. He also seemed to love the way that the slats of the crib felt against his feet ~ no bumpers there to block the sensation of the bumpy wood against his bare feet. We took a long walk and came home to a wonderful dinner of swordfish and clams on the grill. It was nice to have some time with Mom and Dad before everyone got there. We got to get the baby settled in and relax a bit before the weekend really took off. He slept great that night right next to us in his crib.
Friday was spent on the beach. Luke was a trooper, playing along with putting his feet in the cold ocean water and feeling the sand between his toes. He didn't seem too bothered OR excited by any of it. We got some great pictures, and I simply wanted to eat him up in his CUTE little bathing suit. The hat was critical in keeping him shielded from the sun, and he showed no reaction to the sunscreen that I put on him. We read books and did a lot of cuddling in between his naps in the jogging stroller. Everyone rolled in on Friday night, and of course we had STUMPOS for dinner. Luke woke up around 3.30 to eat and I could instantly tell that my cold had hit him, he sounded like Nate snoring as he tried to breath. My heart sank. I felt so guilty knowing that I had given this to him! He went back to sleep but slept fitfully until dawn or so. I didn't get much sleep from 3.30 on as I was worried about him. That day he was clearly sick, but did not have a fever, so we again took him to the beach. Nate and I went to get lunch at Akroteria with Luke around 1 , and it was so hot that we started to feel guilty having him out. We walked him home. Poor kid was not able to sleep, so he was getting cranky and frustrated. Nate held him while I took a shower, and then we tried hard to get him to sleep. The issue was that with such a congested nose it was hard for him to sleep on his back. Nate went back to the beach and Luke and I spent the afternoon at home. That night he woke up around 10.30 with a fever of 100,7. I felt awful, and worried, and nervous. It was a long night. I got no sleep. Mom heard us up with Luke, and came down around 4 to find me crying, the baby crying, and a sleepy Nate equally frustrated and helpless. Mom took charge, sending Nate and I to bed to get some sleep and taking Luke from us. I went to bed crying with a bizarre mixture of relief and guilt. I knew that I needed sleep to help the baby, but I felt as though I was abandoning him. I woke up at 5.30 to find both Luke and Mom racked out on the couch. I was tempted to wake Mom and send her back to bed, but in all honesty they looked rather peaceful, so I left well enough alone and went back to bed. I repeated this at 6.30 with the same result. I finally woke for the day around 7.30, tired and worried about Luke. His fever had gone down to 99.5 but was still there. His little eyes were runny and he seemed beat. He also hadn't pooped in 6 days, despite our best efforts with the previously magic apple juice bottle trick. Poor guy. He was like a train wreck, a ticking poop laden time bomb with snot running down his face and a tired sick mother. Everyone gave him lots of cuddles, and eventually Jamie danced him to sleep. A dose of Tylenol and a call to the Dr put my mind at ease.........and by noon he was like a different kid already. Nate went out fishing, we went to the beach, and we had a great time. Luke slept a LOT, and his fever went away entirely. I was so grateful and was really able to enjoy my last day on the beach. That night we had a FANTASTIC feast of lasagna and all of the appropriate peripherals, then the whole gang walked to Charlies. We gave Luke a dab of ice cream and he didn't quite know what to make of it. In all honesty he seemed to prefer the soggy, spit up soaked baby bjorn, which he chewed on with a gusto. Mom and Dad found baby sunglasses that Velcro around the babies head, and bought them for Luke along with an adorable seersucker outfit and hat (how did my tiny baby get to be wearing 6-12 month clothes already at 14 weeks????)....We put the sunglasses on Luke and he immediately went into the most convincing Stevie Wonder imitation I have ever seen. He started turning his head back and forth over and over ~ it was HILARIOUS. My stomach hurt from laughing.
We headed home on Monday morning and went to a Bar B Que later that day at Chris and Laura's. Nate left this morning for FL so it is just me and the kid until late Thursday night. I have a MOUNTAIN of housework to do, and am sitting here hoping to avoid it for as long as possible. Luke is napping upstairs in the swing. Today is our first venture into the wide world of Playgroup. Yes, playgroup. I am now a mom who "playgroup's". Laura from my titty club is starting it. I will know her, Erin and Beth Lee, and there will be about 7 other girls there. I am really looking forward to getting to know other women with little's Luke's age and hope to make some good friends out of it. Will update as to how it goes later.
Okay, I am officially on the blogging board. And I am boring already!
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