Sleep: I need it. I want it. I miss it.
I jinxed myself when I said Maxton sleeps five-six hours through the night. Those have come and gone. We are back to, two to three hour intervals. It doesn’t sound that bad; but, what you have to take into account is the time it takes to get him back to sleep again. Sometimes a diaper change and nursing is all it takes. Other times he requires a 30 minute bounce on the yoga ball. Most of my exercising is done on the yoga ball between 10pm and 6am.
I must say, one thing I will miss about the middle of the night feedings (yes, I am really saying that) is how smily my little munchkin is. He loves being on his change table and looking up at the dandelion decals that cover his nursery walls – especially at 3am.
Perhaps one day we will get back to those 5+ hour stretches, for now I will keep yawning my way through the day. At least I won’t have to dress up for Halloween – my Zombie costume requires no effort.
Lesson of the week: Moms are super-human. (My mom always told me this, now I really believe her.)
I figured this deserved it’s own post – Happy 2 Months Baby Boy!
Maxton celebrated with his new monkey. We love you!
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend! Sunday was a gorgeous fall day – probably one of the last ones before the blistering cold comes barreling through. With Halloween just around the corner, Steve and I decided to venture out to Pingle’s to pick up a few pumpkins. We bundled up our little one (against his wishes), popped his new pumpkin hat on (thanks Gillian) and away we went!
When we arrived I realized we had left the stroller in the garage, which meant we would have to carry our heavy little pumpkin in his car seat. When I said “we”, I meant Steve. 😉
We decided to save the wagon ride out to the patch until next year when Maxton is: 1. Awake and 2. Interested in picking his own pumpkin. We searched through the mounds of pumpkins and hyper children and finally settled on two fairly large pumpkins. (We picked up a small one for Maxton from Knox’s a few weeks ago.)
After browsing through the bakery we decided to pick up some delicious no-fat (I wish) butter tarts. Unfortunately, they never made it home with us. After questioning one of the bakers, we were told they were made with excessive amounts of butter.” Yummy!” Said Mommy. “WAAAAAAAAAA!” Said Maxton. Steve didn’t want them if I couldn’t have any – isn’t he the best? I’ve come to realize I’m not the only one participating in the dairy boycott. Poor Steve.
All in all, we were happy with the pumpkins we chose and can’t wait to carve some spooky faces!
With an eight week old, you figure you can lie them on the couch and trust they will be okay for a few moments. I mean, where will they go at eight weeks? It’s not as if they can roll over or anything, right? Wrong. During supervised tummy time on the couch, Maxton was becoming pestered with being on his belly and started arching his back and pushing off with his left arm. “There’s no way you are going to roll over sweetie, you’re okay.” I said aloud to him. Not 15 seconds later he pushed off with his left arm and leg, twisted his hip and landed on his back looking dumbfounded. Did that just happen?
Yes, I was right there, and felt a sense of accomplishment – I guess I am doing something right. He didn’t repeat this milestone today; I think it was just a fluke in a moment of aggravation on his part. I hope Daddy will be home to see it next time, or to have a camera within reach.
On a side note, Maxton had his first round of immunizations yesterday. I stressed about it for days, praying he wouldn’t be in a slump in the days following. So far so good! He cried when it happened but seems to be in good spirits. I have also recovered from the traumatic experience, and have already began thinking about the next round…
Well it’s official: Good-bye size one, hello size two. We decided, no, we were forced to make the switch after Maxton had a poop that left poop in places it should never see. Maxton was all smiles during the big clean up – which involved several wipes, tissues, a wardrobe change, and Daddy’s super scrubbing power with the assistance of our good friend Oxi-Clean. After all was said and done, Maxton was happy to have a diaper that properly fit and Mommy and Daddy were left with 200+ size one diapers. I plan on turning all of the extra poop trappers into a creative contraption for friends of ours, who are due with their first babe in March. That, or save them for Baby #2. 😉