Friday, December 30, 2011

Highlights of a Christmas Reel

I'm so exhausted that I know if I tried to write a real post - a witty, entertaining read with a clear cut beginning, middle and hilarious ending - that I would wind up with fragment sentences and no real point.

Because this year Peanut got me no sleep for Christmas. Gotta love the girl. She found the perfect gift for the woman that has everything! Waking every three hours to eat is no fun, but she has decided it is the perfect gift of quantity time. Not qaulity, for I know no one is in top form at 8:30 pm, Midnight, 3 am and 630 am. No one.


I'm tired and can't think straight, but I want to fill you in on some of the Christmas a-happening's, because it really was a fun, exhausting time. So here goes.

I can't remember where I read it (Andrea, was it you?!) but someone out there in this bloggy world of ours had a genius idea for Christmas gifts from the kids to their Dad, and I stole it. I took Bjorn to Dollar Tree, gave him ten dollars and told him he could pick anything in the store to buy for Daddy. My only rule was that he could only get one of an item. No duplicates, no multiples. Ten different items.

It was a blast.

Here's what Daddy got for Christmas.

What happens when you combine a ten dollar bill and a 2 year old.

Why, yes, that IS a giant roll of paper towels, flushable wipes, a hairbrush with three hair ties, cough drops and a Toy Story folder, among other things.

I thought it was so much fun to shop with Bjorn for the gifts, but it was actually more fun to see Daddy open it. He had no clue what he would find next in the gift bag!

We also flew not once, but twice, to Houston in the month of December. The first time was to get Peanut baptized, which is a blog I will have to write another day. Short story - she was shunned at her own baptism (although I was told that it still "took") and I wrote a nasty-gram to the diocese of Houston concerning one grumpy old priest.

Huh. Maybe this was why she was kicked out?!
I digress.

So. . . we flew twice in December, and somehow (miracle of miracles!) we didn't have to wait at the airport all day to get standby on flights and all our flights were on time. I really don't know how we did it. It was practically a work of art to have everything work out for us the way it did.

It's not easy traveling with kids, but it was worth it to see family and friends. Yes, even the 45 minute flight from Austin to Houston, with Peanut screaming the entire time, yes. . . even that was worth it. We had a great time at Grandma and Pap-pap's.

Mostly because the In-Laws watched the kids for a night while The Hubs and I took in a movie. What movie did we see, you ask?

Does it matter? WE WENT ON A DATE NIGHT!! That's really all that counts.  And then I made him take me to WalMart afterwards to pick up some last minute things. On the Friday night before Christmas at 11 pm. It was soooo awful.

No, really, it was fun. It's always nice to see Bjorn and Peanut with their extended family. We live so far from everyone, and don't get to see family on a regular basis and feel that we never get enough family time. Especially when it comes to Bjorn and Peanut with their grandparents.

We also did the annual Skype Christmas with my parents. Although sometimes I totally hate Skype (isn't the whole point of talking on the phone rather than seeing them in person so that you don't have to put on makeup/contacts/pants?), this Skype Christmas was not that bad. Mostly becasue its all about the kiddo's now, and at least one of them is totally verbal and completely into Christmas, presents, and Skype. I'm about to teach him how to turn on the computer so he can do it himself. He's always bugging me to talk to Grandma on the computer.

At least he likes Skype. Bjorn's the one they really want to see anyways.

We also began Peanut on rice cereal. Because of the aforementioned horrible sleeping routine she has gotten in, we decided to put to test the old wives tale of cereal-fed babies sleeping better. So far, it hasn't worked. But here's hoping! Mama could use a good night's sleep. . . I feel like I have a newborn again.

She was a natural! Actually grabbed the spoon to try and shove it in her mouth!

Friday, December 16, 2011

All Mommy wants for Christmas is a nap. . . .and a necklace

Peanut is officially in the "grab and pull" stage of babyhood.

She grabs my hair, my jewelry, my hands. If I am texting or talking, she grabs the phone - and has remarkably long Go-Go-Gadget arm reach. She grabs my purse straps and my food, and more than once I have seen her hands clenched in a fist and pried them open to find a pacifier stuffed in her little fist.

It has become a little bit of a problem during feeding time. Her little hands don't stop grabbing just because she is busy eating. They punch and scratch just as usual - more so, even. And when she finds something solid ( my hand, my face, my boob) she grabs and twists and pulls.  It's annoying, frustrating and dang, does it hurt! I told The Hubs this morning that I couldn't take much more of it, and if she continued, I was quitting breastfeeding. Problem-solver that he is, he grabbed two socks and put them over her hands. Problem solved.

Like I said, she grabs EVERYTHING. I can't wear jewelry, and I can't wear my hair down.

Which is why I am asking for these for Christmas

A necklace that she can eat to her heart's content. . . . and Mommy can still look pretty.

Her grabby-ness also means she is starting to be a little more fun, making the transition from "sleeper and eater" to "sleeper, eater and player". I put musical toys in front of her in the ExerSaucer and she actually punches them until they sing. It's kind of funny.Except when I remember that's what she does to me when eating, too. Not so funny.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Where's the beef?

Dear Peanut,

I'm sorry to be your alarm clock this morning. Really sorry. I know you like to sleep - your 14 hours of uninterrupted snoozing since you were 7 weeks old tells me this. I totally get it. I'm a huge fan of sleeping myself.

And I also hate alarm clocks.

But sometimes a Mom has to do things she doesn't want to do, including waking her baby from a wonderful, deep sleep filled with sugar plum dreams. So, I'm sorry, but I have to.

Because the 1 pound you gained in the last two months is not enough. Because going from the 75th percentile in height and weight to the 25th percentile means your growth is stunting. Because the 10 hours you are awake in the day means you only eat 4 times, and the average breastfed baby needs to eat 8-10 times, and you have some major catching up to do.

Because I'm your mom and I said so. (And because your pediatrician says so, too.)

So we are going to pretend you are a newborn again, and we are going to feed you every 2 hours. Waking you when you try to sleep until 9 am, and feeding you whenever I possibly can. I won't leave the couch except to take you to your crib to nap, spending the time feeding and feeding and feeding and feeding.

Anything to make you big and strong.

I know it's not your fault you weren't eating enough. Your acid reflux medication had never been adjusted to your weight, thus not giving you enough relief from the heartburn. I know mealtime was something of a burden to you, causing your stomach and throat to inflame and hurt. Poor little girl. Don't worry, though - I got it fixed. Your meds are at the proper amount now, so give it just two days, and I promise - mealtime will soon be enjoyable again. Then we can start to beef you back up.

But you're going to have to do your part.

If you want to sleep as late as you want, you are going to have to spend the next two weeks filling that belly and eating and growing. Then, once we have established a good eating routine, we can talk this over again. Until then, say sayonara to sleeping in, little one. Because it's time to eat. Again.

Your Udder Mother,
The One With All The Food. . .