Everyone should be jealous that I get to spend all day looking at this and they don’t. Go ahead, be jealous.
I can’t believe how much he’s grown already (guess which photo was taken with the nice camera…).
A few days old:
Almost two months old:
One of these is a dryer sheet, the other is a cheap baby wipe.
Can you tell the difference? Neither can my baby’s bottom (or my hands — these baby wipes dry out my fingers so badly after ONE day of use that it feels like I have “spidy senses” when I touch things). The only way I can tell them apart is that one is slightly damp. Oh, wait, it dried while I took the picture.
Lesson: If you want to save money on baby wipes, run a dryer sheet under some water.
The jerk who stepped on my bread while it was baking.
We didn’t go grocery shopping yesterday after we got back from our Thanksgiving vacation, and we needed bread. I thought I would practice my domesticity and make homemade bread. I’ve made bread before, but it’s been FOREVER so I’m a little out of practice. It looks stepped on, but it still tastes yummy.
This last week I added crocheting to my domestic lineup. More on that later, though.
We came home this evening from our Thanksgiving trip, and he was in the bottom of his bowl. It looked like he expired very shortly after we left. I almost included a picture of his deadness, but decided against it because that’s gross.
I can’t say that we’re surprised. Since the move to the new apartment in September Jonah hadn’t been himself. He was once energetic and aggressive, but after we moved he became sluggish and pouty. We severely neglected him after David was born. Sorry, but baby takes priority over fish.
I am a little sad, though. We had Jonah for about a year and a half. He became our pet when we needed some cheering up and was pretty good company (for a fish). He was the third entry on my blog. We’ll miss him.
Since Rexburg is a frozen wasteland, Jonah took one last swim in our toilet bowl.
I don’t think we’ll be getting another fish (or any other pet). A cute baby is enough for me.
The little man is five weeks old tomorrow. We’ve had so much fun with him already and all he does is sleep, eat, poop, and snort (and cuddle, and blow milk bubbles, and smile, and coo, and make funny faces, and snore, and toot, and cry, and growl, and spit up, and, and, and).
I love his little personality; he’s a funny kid. It’s hard to specifically say what’s funny about him, he’s just funny.
He’s starting to bald. The jury is out on whether or not he will have blond or red hair when it starts growing back.
His eyes are navy blue.
His belly button is adorable.
He still has big hands and feet, and now a BIG belly.
He likes eyebrows, especially when they move up and down really fast.
He only cries when he’s hungry (or thinks he’s hungry — he went through a phase where he thought if he was awake he should be eating, even if he ate 30 minutes previous to waking up — he’s mostly over that now though).
He’s fascinated by Matt (he’s always staring at him and watching his every move).
He spits up pretty frequently (usually moving off the burp cloth just enough for it to go down my shirt).
He has VERY strong neck and leg muscles. If he’s awake, he’s holding his head up and looking around.
He is very alert and curious (when he’s awake, that is).
He LOVES the TV — on or off (especially on, though — last night he was completely engrossed in Harry Potter).
He can now go three hours between feedings (instead of one or two).
He likes to be talked to (and sometimes, it seems like he understands).
He seemed to enjoy his first submerged bath.
His smile makes my heart gooey.
Matt and I had an appreciation dinner tonight, so we left little David with my sister Melissa.
Auntie Melissa got him to take a pacifier.
This. Is. Huge. HUGE.
You might think I’m being a little dramatic, but this really will change my life. Significantly.
At first Junior (my mom’s nickname for him) would tolerate the pacifier being shoved in his mouth, but at about two weeks he couldn’t be fooled anymore and refused to take one. We bought another variety, hoping that he would like it more; he gagged and cried harder whenever we tried to give it to him. Multiple times.
David was introduced to the bottle yesterday (he had just an experimental suck), and drank his first full bottle tonight with Auntie Melissa. Matt and I think that the bottle was the gateway drug to the pacifier; from one plastic nipple to another.
I don’t really care what it was that got him to change his mind about the little plastic suckers, I’m just crazy happy that he’s sucking away on one and not screaming for me to feed him.
When you have a baby, nice people tend to give you stuff. A lot of stuff. So we’ve had the privilege of evaluating various brands. These are my one-month-old mommy recommendations.
Something we couldn’t have lived without: SwaddleMe Blanket.
It’s a “blanket” that zips and Velcros together so you don’t have to keep re-wrapping your wiggly newborn a bi-gillion times. The hospital gave us ours when we left, and it is the reason we ever got any sleep during his first few weeks. Now, he just likes to be wrapped tightly, but with his arms and hands free.
I have found Bourdaux’s Butt Paste to be more effective than other “leading” brands.
David had very nasty diaper rash. We saw results the first day we started using the Butt Paste. We had been using Desitin, but it only seemed to get worse.
I fell in love with Gerber Sleep ‘n Play Bodysuits.
Other brands seem to put 500 snaps along the legs and crotch — have you tried snapping those together at 4 am after weeks with little sleep? It will drive you to tears. The Gerber bodysuits have a straight line of snaps and that’s it.
The Boppy pillow is worth all the hype.
It makes nursing around the clock bearable (it and the internet). Ours (we have two) have found many other uses than just support while nursing. I. Love. Them.
I’m sure there are more, so I may have to write another installment after I have some dinner and warm up my brain.