Reasons not to Drink

This is Eli in his new summer outfit w/ matching hat. The kid has the longest legs! I can't believe he's already 4 1/2 months. I had to adjust the straps on his car seat again yesterday. He is the number one reason I shouldn't drink. The others are listed below.

2. I only like fatty alcohol that will not help w/ losing the pregnancy weight at all.

3. I get silly and say/do stupid things.

4. Jason will certainly not be getting up with Eli in the morning and I will be exhausted and vaguely hungover while trying to care for my infant and unsure if my breast milk is going to make him drunk if I don't pump and dump.



Sunday morning (Father's Day) was so hellish! And Sunday evening we got the worst service ever from the Wendy's on Centre Ave. By the time we got home I was having a crankathon and snapping at Jason over every little thing. I tried to be super nice yesterday to make up for it, even though I'm pretty sure he'd forgotten. He gets over things pretty quick. Unlike me, I'll hold a grudge for-ever.

On a happy note Eli has been sleeping a lot better since I stopped swaddling him and moved him from the bassinet to the bottom part of the pack'n'play. Apparently he likes a hard surface and the freedom to roll.

Take your passion and make it happen

What's cuter than a baby in legwarmers? Nothing. Thanks to Heather (the maker of Eli's superbaby ensemble) I am now obsessed with babylegs. I got two pairs yesterday and Eli and I had a lovely fashion show:

Also Jen came over for our walk, and we opened up my mom's closed restaurant to fetch some soda's since the beverage selection at my apt. was sorely lacking. I was just waiting for someone to poke thier head in and ask for a sandwich. Then I watched the last 45 mins. of the Big Love season premiere after putting Eli to bed. The first 15 mins. were silent, which I'm blaming the Soprano's bulls#@$ I think my cables broken ending. It was kinda hard to enjoy the show with Eli upstairs and me downstairs, because I'm always sure he's going to stop breathing while I'm in the other room. He'll suffocate and I'll never live down the guilt of him dying while i watch some stupid t.v. show that I don't get on the upstairs set. Of course he was fine, sleeping like an angel when I went up to bed myself. Mommy is just paranoid.

Resolution #1

I think I'm going to start trying to look just a little hotter and more alluring while out walking around the city. The purpose of this being that I would really like someone to post a missed connection about me on craigslist. I'm not saying that I would do anything about it...but you know it'd be nice to be noticed. Besides I did pay good money for the makeup collecting dust in my bathroom...

Last night at around 3:30 am Eli woke up to eat. So I changed his diaper, and let him nurse until he unlatched. He was all kinds of sleepy as I laid him back down, but the second I tried to step away it was all wide-awake baby. I indulged him by walking him and playing with him for a little while, until about 4:30, an hour and a half before my alarm would be going off. Then I put on my best stern face, and I looked down at him and said "time to go back to bed Bubba, it's nighttime, nighttime is for sleeping. Time to go back to sleep now." And he full-on belly laughed at me. Adorable little smart-ass.

SuperBaby

Here is a picture of Eli in his fabulous new diaper.

It was a present from a friend of a friend and a lovely surprise. He's also sporting some baby legs she made him which are, as the picture implies, just like leg warmers only for babies. What you can't see in this picture is that Eli is crying, mommy has a bad habit of trying to finish taking the picture or just thinking that the crying is cute too and should be recorded on camera. I keep having visions of him looking at pics when he is older and demanding to know why I didn't pick him up and comfort him. I imagine that he will then take these pics to his therapist who will declare them to be the root of everything that is wrong with him.




And this is Eli this morning before I went to work, I think he kinda looks like a little pimp. I like that.

Last night the little man and I took the stroller to Sure-Save to pick up mommies dinner (potato, broccoli, and cheddar pierogies), had playtime on the floor, and took a bubble bath. Eli is getting much better about playing by himself while I eat, thank God. He likes to take his toys and figure out which end fits in his mouth better, and roll/inch worm his way off the blanket onto the nubby carpet that i know is going to give him some sort of nasty rash. We both enjoy bath time. Last night we sang along to Jeff Buckley and he peed in his towel as soon as I put him on it. Good times.

One Year Ago...

As I was filling out the paperwork for my Aflac supplemental insurance I realized that today marks a very fun personal anniversary for me. One year ago today I found out I was pregnant. J and I hadn't been trying for very long (only a month), but I was sick to my stomach, tired, cranky, my boobs were swollen, and my period was about 5 days late. At the drugstore I was so nervous, not wanting to get my hopes up, feeling furtive with my purchase. J had gone golfing and I peed on the stick all by myself. The digital readout said pregnant almost immeadiately and I just started laughing and crying. It was all my dreams come true. And now Eli is all my dreams come true. 9 months of planning and 4 months of catering to my little tyrants every need and I am head over heels


When I look at his feet sometimes I am amazed that I made those feet!

And to think that his face is a perfect mix of J and myself blows me away. In my heart I have been a mommy for 1 whole year. Happy anniversary to me.

4 months!

Eli turned 4 months old on Saturday. I can hardly believe it's been 4 months, but at the same time I can hardly remember what life was like without him. Sleeping late, spending $300.00 in one trip to Victoria's secret, and fitting into my size 8 jeans are all distant memories. But when he sees me enter a room and his whole face lights up, or when he's sleepy and snuggling into my shoulder it's all worth it. He had his 4 month check up yesterday and weighed in at 13 lbs. even, which means he hasn't doubled his birth weight of 7lbs 9 oz. That was worrying me a little, but as several people pointed out to me all babies are different, and there is a childhood obesity epidemic in this country that I'd be happy for him to avoid. The doctor wants me to start him on cereal mixed with breast milk twice a day, but I just don't think that's necessary yet, he's still so little. So, I just kind of nodded my head but didn't agree to anything, and hopefully J doesn't just do it while I'm not there. He thinks that anything the doctor says is gospel. Today is rainy and nasty and I'm looking forward to going home and being lazy with the little one. Hopefully he'll sleep tonight. My little sleep terrorist. I got 4 1/2 hours last night, but I'm blaming the restlessness on his immunizations, five vaccines is a lot! If he doesn't start sleeping better soon I'm going to read aloud to him from baby books
"4 month old babies need 15 hrs. of sleep a day.", "At 4 months babies often begin sleeping through the night."
Maybe he just doesn't realize what's expected of him, I'm sure he wants to keep up with his peers and hit his milestones. Speaking of milestones he's been rolling like a champ, he even did it for the nurse at his check up yesterday. Mommy is very proud, I'm sure this is more evidence that he's a genius. And last night when we were walking in the park he made friends with a very cute 6 month old baby girl. He's such a flirt already. It's amazing how they start off as these blank canvases and everyday they become more and more themselves.