11.30.2010

Casey Tuesday

My little man turns 14 weeks old today. It's shocking that he has been in my life for three whole months. I don't know what it was but over the weekend I was just overwhelmed with love for him. It was like his cuteness consumed me. He makes the funniest faces and sounds now. The formula has done wonders for him. He used to poop all the time, like every diaper had at least a skid mark in it. Now? He can go like 3 days without a poop. It's sort of funny when he finally has to go. If he is on one of our chests, he'll push with his feet on our tummy until his butt is in the air and he makes these funny cooing "ooh ahh" sounds. Poop talk. I must be a mother. In babysitter talk, we are so lucky to have found Maria. She charges us practically nothing and then takes what little money we give her and buys him outfits. Last week she didn't want us to pay for the whole week because we had him at home for 3 out of the 5 days. I told her I'd rather just pay her so I hope she doesn't put up a fight when I pay her again this week. I just don't know how we got so lucky. On another somewhat Casey-related topic, my boobs dried up. Thank God for small miracles. I was done with all the peppermint and sage and sports bras. Over it.

11.29.2010

Movie Review Monday

It takes a special movie for us to get a sitter for Casey and the first installment of the final Harry Potter release was good enough for us. I will say this, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part I was a pretty scary two and a half hours. Even the color palette of the movie was dark. With all the snakes and spiders and shooting of wands, I found myself hiding in my hoodie or practically jumping onto Husband's lap quite a bit. He and I had a discussion afterward that the whole Voldemort versus the Muggles was very reminiscent of the Holocaust: The Ministry and Hermione getting "Mudblood" ripped into her arm by Bellatrix Lestrange... Yeah. I think between that and the nude scene between Harry and Hermione, though tastefully done, definitely warranted the PG-13 rating yet there were tiny children in the theater with us. Had I been one of them? I may have been scarred for life. So scary. I hope as Casey gets older, I have more common sense than some of the parents out there when it comes to taking him to age-appropriate movies.

As for the Netflix viewing, we watched How To Train Your Dragon. I can't give enough praise to this movie. Although I am not a 3D advocate, I can see how this could have been very impressive in that form. The Blue Ray alone was sort of blowing my mind especially with the scenes where they are flying through the sky and over the sea - so pretty. This is a story about a young Viking that just doesn't seem to have the same kind of blood lust when it comes to dragons as the rest of his village. Instead, he has a knack for taming them and basically ends up blowing the minds of the other Vikings even though he's a wet noodle of a kid and they're all big and brawny. It totally didn't sound like my kind of movie when it came out but was wildly popular. In hindsight, I sort of wish we'd seen this in the theater. It's smart and funny and I totally wept more than once because of its Father/Son storyline. I swear to God, all I do is cry.

11.26.2010

Tryptophan Heavy Haiku Friday

Delicious turkey
Candied yams, mashed potatoes
Green bean casserole
***
Butter-laden rolls
Family recipe stuffing
Copious wine pours
***
QT with the fam
Deadly sinning together
Gluttony and sloth

11.25.2010

TGTBTU: Turkey Day Edition

The Good:
We get to spend another Thanksgiving with the elderly. As they are 85, each holiday spent together is more and more cherished. I just love it that they get to enjoy their great grandchildren.

The Bad:
My in-laws still want to live in Michigan. I wish they'd all move out here where the weather is better. Plus, you know, they'd be close to us. Holidays apart are hard on everyone. (I said hard on.)

The Ugly:
The exorbitant amounts of food, beverage and calories to be consumed today.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

11.24.2010

Thankful

On this, the hallowed eve of Thanksgiving (or El Día de Gracias) I thought I would take a moment to list some things I am thankful for this year:
  • I have a healthy and happy marriage.
  • I am a mother to an adorable, healthy son.
  • My grandparents will soon be in an assisted living home, the best for both of them.
  • My parents are helping us buy a house.
  • My neighbors are generously walking Kiyah so she doesn't feel neglected.
  • I work for a company that was able to give me a bonus.
  • My husband and I are both employed in these economic times.
  • I stopped bleeding.
  • I have a new niece or nephew on the way.
  • My family has a roof over their heads, food in their stomachs and clothes on their backs.
  • I graduated from college and am done with school forever.
  • I have money in the bank.
  • We have an amazingly affordable and wonderful babysitter for Casey.
  • Husband has great friends who let him live with them for free while he works hundreds of miles away from his family.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: Times may seem rough but every cloud has a silver lining. I just needed to look at the things I have to be grateful for rather than dwell on the negative.

11.23.2010

Happy Birthday, CD!

Please wish my friend Crusty a happy birthday.
And tease her about her senior picture.

Casey Tuesday


  • Today, Casey is 13 weeks old.
  • He will be 3 months old tomorrow.
  • This picture was taken at 7:37 a.m. on the way to Maria's when it was 45 degrees outside.
  • He's wearing a hoodie for the first time and he's none too happy about it. He's actually probably not happy about his hiccups but whatevs.
  • For the last 2 nights he has only woken up 1 time at about 3 a.m.
  • I credit this to switching to formula and upping his intake from 4 to 6 ounces.
  • Last night he kept me up after his bottle until 4 a.m. because he felt like crying until I put him on his tummy which instantly threw him into a deep slumber. Okaaaaaaaaaaay.
  • After not pooping for 2-1/2 days he had 1 EPIC deuce. It coated the diaper and came out the back of it. We had to hose him down in the shower. Husband said it looked like green tea soft serve. I thought pea soup. Either way, his poops will never be the same.

11.22.2010

Mammary Monday

I am going through the milk suppression process because I decided to stop breastfeeding Casey. His babysitter told me last week that he was spitting up a lot with the milk I had pumped for her so she tried the formula and, lo and behold, he didn't spit up and he slept better with less gas. Since Maria has four grown children of her own and basically raised my nephew and his cousin, I am going to take her word for the gospel truth. When you Google lactation suppression, you get some crazy answers so I decided to take a handful of them and give them a shot:
  • Cabbage leaves - I had such a hard time getting a leaf off the head of cabbage that I decided not to do this. Supposedly you refrigerate the leaves, put them in your bra with your nipple exposed and the rest of the breast covered. I think it's probably just a cooling issue so I bought reusable, breast-intended freezer pads instead. They work wonders for comfort and engorgement.
  • Vitamin B6 - Apparently 200 mg a day for 5 days will work to ease engorgement. B6 supposedly also aids peripheral nerves, skin, mucous membranes, and the blood cell system.
  • Sage - Since I'm not down with tea I got an alcohol tincture of Sage which is a liquid herbal extract. It is also 68-78% proof. The dumb lady at the health food store said to just do a straight dropper. This led to me gagging for about 20 minutes with my burnt uvula. Let me tell you, Sage tastes like shit. Instead, add a dropper (30-40 droplets) in a little bit of water, take the shot and then chase it with your favorite beverage every six hours.
  • Peppermint - It is also suggested that Altoids will help. Not like a couple a day but a bunch. Go figure.
  • Estrogen based birth control - Yup! Back on the trusted NuvaRing. Since I haven't had what I can assume is a "real" period since Casey was born, I just put it in yesterday. We'll see how that goes but in the meantime, we're going to double up with condoms for added protection (when we get a MOMENT to be intimate. Heh. Intimate.)
  • Pump to comfort - Lumpy milk ducts are not a good thing. And an engorged boob is painful. I think I pumped twice yesterday and then went about 12 hours without pumping. I only pump about 2 ounces from one boob and 1 from the other. Tapering down will help you avoid blocked ducts and mastitis. I also massaged the lumps in the shower and expressed a bit of the milk then. Bliss.
  • Sports bra - Wear it all day and in your sleep; basically all the time unless you're in the shower. This is more for comfort to keep your tender jubblies from bouncing around all the time. I am not taking the advice to wrap an Ace bandage tightly around your boobs because all evidence points to that leading to blocked ducts. It may have worked for some, but I'm not taking a chance on mastitis.
  • Breast pads - You don't want to leak through your blouse now do you?
  • Ibuprofen - Yeah. This shit hurts.
I hope you find this helpful! Wish me luck!

11.19.2010

Burnt Out Haiku Friday

First week back at work
It is almost behind me
Just not soon enough
***
A brand new routine
With Husband back in SD
It's not been easy
***
With each passing day
I'm hopeful for a reprieve
From the stress I feel

11.18.2010

TGTBTU

The Good:
I didn't forget anything today when I dropped Casey off at Maria's! It only took 3 days but I think I'm getting the swing of things. Husband comes home tonight so he'll have Casey tomorrow and I won't have to sweat another trip to the sitter until Monday. Also, I hired a dog walker so my poor neglected Kiyah can get some exercise.

The Bad:
I seem to have dislocated and or twisted the everliving H. E. Double Hockey Sticks out of my left knee. I had it propped up on Bossman's desk and then it was like instant excruciating pain. So that's fun because it's not like I'm constantly moving around holding a 14-pound baby and schlepping him up and down stairs all night or anything. Um... the sarcasm is being spread on pretty thick.

The Ugly:
I'm trying to figure out this whole pumping thing and it's making for some ugly boobies. Monday I pumped 3 times and didn't really have a problem but I'm trying to build up a surplus and didn't think that'd be enough. Tuesday I pumped four times and that was too many so I had flattened pancake boobs by the time I got home. I don't think Casey was impressed. Yesterday I only pumped twice for some reason and all night I had to deal with engorged boobs and lumpy milk ducts. Lord help me. We'll shoot for 3 today.

11.17.2010

A Hard Day's Night

So... for the last three days I have forgotten something whilst bringing the baby to his sitter. The first day I forgot the milk in the fridge at work so I had to rush the next morning to pick it up from work before I went to the sitter. The second day, as I dropped him off, I walked out of the door with the diaper bag still on my shoulder. Today, you will be able to find his diaper bag still in my vehicle. I swear I am losing my mind. I will have to go by today at lunch and deliver more milk and the bag. Luckily, she has diapers and such at her house already that we were bright enough to drop off last week. I guess we do a few things right. Ultimately, my goal is to get a good enough stash of milk built up at her place that I don't have to go by EVERY DAY AT LUNCH. Because as nice as it is that I can do that, I don't want to. I want Casey to get used to Maria and I want at least an hour a day where I'm not working and/or thinking about a baby-related task.
Thankfully, the nights and mornings have been a cinch. Here's what my Monday through Friday is going to look like:
  • Wake up with the baby around 6:30 and feed and change him.
  • Get in the shower and get ready while he's in his Baby Einstein chair.
  • Put him in the crib to gaze at the Pooh mobile while I make the bed and put on my face.
  • Take him downstairs and plop him in another chair while I take care of the dog.
  • Get him in the car and off to Maria's so I can be to work by 8 a.m.
  • Work and pump, take a lunch to deliver milk, work and pump.
  • Pick him up from Maria's at 5 pm.
  • Get him home and in the bath.
  • Try to feed myself around 6:30 while playing with him as he lies on the floor. I also need to appease the dog by playing with her simultaneously.
  • Feed him and get us both to sleep, then proceed to wake several times during the night to feed and change him.
  • Do it all again the next day.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: Single mothers who work full-time deserve a medal of honor. Seriously.

11.16.2010

Casey Tuesday

Casey is 12 weeks old today. Yesterday began a new chapter for both of us: I returned to work; he began his life with a babysitter. On Sunday night he decided at his 3:30 wake-up that he didn't feel like falling back to sleep immediately and kept me up until 5:15. I had to wake up at 6:15 for work. Awesome. I doubt that little stunt made it an easy day for either of us but I think I suffered more since he was able to sleep all day. I know this because when I brought the boob milk I'd pumped over to Maria's at noon, he was sleeping soundly on her bed which made me weep a little.
When I dropped him off with the sitter he was all smiles but when I picked him up, I had to fight to get him to smile at me. I didn't quite succeed but it was a good time to be reunited nonetheless. BFF warned me he'd smell like the sitter but it was shocking regardless. I plopped him in the bath promptly, we proceeded to play a bit and he was asleep by 7:30. That's crazy, right? We went from being together 24/7 to having only a couple hours a day together? It's pretty sad but I think Maria is going to treat him very well and eventually Casey will grow to love her as much as his cousin Ethan did when she was watching him.

11.15.2010

Movie Review Monday

You would think think that me having a baby would prevent me from renting a movie called Babies. However, despite the redundancy, I really enjoyed this documentary. It follows the lives of four babies from around the globe. There is hardly any dialogue aside from the random adult saying something to their baby and the sounds from the babies themselvse, though that hardly counts does it? Seeing this made me realize that Americans really spoil their children. Shocking revelation, I know. I also felt that the San Francisco family they chose to spotlight made Americans look like a bunch of overindulgent, dirty hippies so that was sort of a bummer. There are scenes that will absolutely blow your mind like the Namibian mother wiping her daughter's ass on her knee and then wiping the poop off her knee with an old corn cob, just to name one. There are also scenes that will just make you smile your fool head off. I highly recommend this one if you dig babies.

11.12.2010

Mid-November Haiku Friday

Santa Ana Winds
They stopped blowing long enough
For an a.m. walk
***
Our destination?
The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf
Just one mile away
***
Mom, Dad & Baby
And we can't forget Kiyah
Strolling together

11.11.2010

TGTBTU

The Good
It's Veteran's Day so Husband has today and tomorrow off. This will allow me to go for a pedicure this morning, my first since Casey was about two weeks old. Overdue much?

The Bad
Casey gets restless after his 3 a.m. wake-up and basically grunts and groans and kicks and squirms until 6 a.m. This means, I don't really get sleep aside from when I go to bed until 3 a.m.
Also? I found out yesterday we pay $150 more a month than everyone else in our 4-unit buidling. Not cool.

The Ugly
This morning Casey had a big ol' green eye booger and had spit up so he had milk crusted all up in his hairdo. Also? Probably my feet. See aforementioned long overdue pedicure.

11.10.2010

Time

The birthday boy with his nephew

My brother Curtis turns 29 today. Sometimes I feel like I can remember him coming home for the first time. I was 4-1/2 years old. I recall my mother coming through the garage with him. I have so many memories of us growing up together and how we have gone from trying to murder one another as children to the friendship and adult relationship we share now. I also remember how disgusted I was when he started getting armpit hair. Now he's a grown ass man and a father of one with another on the way. Unbelievable.

Husband is coming home tonight. This time he was only gone for three days so it wasn't so bad and for the remainder of the month he works short weeks but what's going to happen when he's gone for five days in a row again? It's about time someone get him a mother-lovin' transfer up here so we can live together and I don't have to do the countdown I always do whenever he leaves.

Usually Hump Days are happy occasions but I'm not so sure about this one. This one marks the halfway point of my last week at home with Casey. While I'm excited to get back to the grown up world of working, I guess I don't feel that great about my son spending the majority of his time with another woman. I will have had him all to myself for almost 12 weeks by the time I go back to work. It's finally getting easier to interpret his moods. His schedule is pretty consistent. Hell, we even battled his first cold together and we both got through it alive. Just when it starts getting easy, I have to give up my time with him. It really is true when people tell you time will go by so fast and to appreciate the moments I have with him while he is little. He has changed so much in this short period of time. He's developing his wee personality and is changing physically as well, getting chubbier and longer. Whenever I look at him, I can't believe I made him. Inside me. Blows me away.

MORAL OF THAT STORY: "Time is free but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it, you can never get it back." - Harvey MacKay

11.09.2010

Casey Tuesday


  • Casey is eleven weeks old today.
  • I only have four more working days left with Casey before I go back to the office.
  • His cold is still going strong almost seven days later.
  • When we took him to the doctor on Friday, he weighed thirteen pounds, eleven ounces.
  • We have established a great routine of going to bed at eight, waking up around three, and then again at six. I hope this continues. It's usually: bath, play, boob/bottle, bed.
  • This is our second week with Husband back in San Diego and Casey and I miss him something awful. When he came home last week, Casey greeted him with eyes as big as saucers and a smile to match. I know the feeling.

11.05.2010

First Haiku Friday of November

Only one full week
Left to hang with Casey D
Then it's back to work
***
My poor little friend
Still has the sniffles, a cough
Gonna see the doc
***
I'm sure nothing's wrong
But we'll get our peace of mind
Maybe learn something

11.04.2010

TGTBTU

The Good:
Husband will be back home today after 4 long days without him. We're fortunate this month that he only has to work short weeks, alternating between 3 and 4 days away.

The Bad:
Being a single mom is not fun and so help me I hope Husband can get some work up here sooner than later. I love spending these last few days with Casey full-time but between him and the neediest dog alive, I am hustling unless I'm sleeping.

The Ugly:
The sounds coming out of Casey are reminiscent of Darth Vader and this is not pretty. Thanks to Santa Ana winds and heat, he is congested and suffering. I keep suctioning his snot and digging out man-sized boogers but they keep regenerating. He's all coughs, sneezes and sadness. Poor little friend.

11.03.2010

Finally!

I have been on the cusp of tipping the scale below 200 pounds for a little while now and today it finally happened. It's just under that mark, so I know I must be diligent, but it's under 200 nonetheless. Before Casey was born, I weighed about 238. He weighed 8 pounds. So that's about 30 pounds in 10 weeks. Not too shabby. Let's see if I can't get back to my wedding weight of 190 by the end of the year. Holler.

MORAL OF THAT STORY: Breastfeeding, hustling after a newborn and interrupted mealtimes will help you lose weight. Diet? I know not of this. I eat candies by the handful some days.

11.02.2010

Big Tuesday!

Not only is it Casey Tuesday, it's Election Day (Go vote!) and BFF's birthday (Go wish her a happy one!).
And here's Casey by Numbers:
  • He is 10 weeks old today.
  • We have only 13 days left together before I return to work. His dad is back in San Diego during the week for work and that sucks more than anything.
  • For the last 2 nights he has slept through most of the night, only waking 1 time in about 8 or 9 hours. He is the most restless sleeper in the world, always throwing punches and kicks and grunting. I don't get it.
  • He's smiling more and "talking" a lot. It figures he's just now getting fun when I am no longer going to have him 24-hours a day and am about to turn him over to a babysitter.
  • He was a cow for Halloween but it was so warm, he only wore the costume for about 10 minutes. I don't think he minded.

11.01.2010

Movie Review Monday

Husband and I made it out to the theater for the second time since Casey was born to see Jackass 3D in 2D and we had the whole room to ourselves. I don't believe that a movie is enhanced by this new technology; 3D just means I have to pay extra to wear some whack glasses and walk away with a migraine. Anyway, I love the Jackass boys and have been a fan since their days on MTV about 10 years ago. I remember living with my friend Beanie at the time and she refused to watch it with me so every Sunday night I'd go into my room and laugh my ass off. A reviewer on one of Husband's podcasts summed it up quite nicely: Jackass 1 is like a high school party where kids are drunk and stupid; Jackass 2 is like a college frat party where the drunk kids are a little meaner; Jackass 3 is like the 1o-year high school reunion where everyone is just a little bit older and not sure they should be this stupid. I think it is a testament to this movie that I laughed, screamed, cringed and even dry-heaved while watching it. These guys have gray in their hair and a look of "Why are we doing this?" on their faces so it seems that this is their last venture. Way to go out with a bang.

Shutter Island. What can I say about this movie? It's two hours and eighteen minutes long. For the first two hours, I kept asking aloud "What is this movie trying to be?" Leonardo DiCaprio is a marshal who is investigating a disappearance at an institution for the criminally insane on a remote island. During his stay on the island, he has flashbacks to his time as a soldier in WWII, seeing dead bodies at Dachau. He has vivid dreams of his dead wife that were very reminiscent of Inception. None of it seems to go together but all the while there is a lot of soaring string music that is supposed to scream suspense. I was just not sure what I was watching. Then, the last eighteen minutes made it all make sense; made it worth sitting through two hours of confusion. While I can't take Leonardo DiCaprio serious when he plays a tough guy, he is a very good actor. Ben Kingsley and Mark Ruffalo are also amazing to watch. Apparently this is an adaptation of a book and I can only imagine what an interesting read it would make as the film was quite unique. However, I can't say that I would recommend this movie unless you are patient enough to wait for an epic ending.