Day 17: July 17, 2014
Age: 9 weeks, 4 days
today was a day of observations. the most important one? my son doesn't hate me! or life! or my husband! just certain days. today wasn't one of them. THANK GOD. we had a smiley, flirty, lovey day up until around 3pm when he began to let out his first whimpers, without a full meltdown until after grandma came to relieve vin and i for our weekly date night around 6pm. date night = crib assembly, 2 slammed beers, potbellys sandwiches + mcdonalds for dessert. crib assembly = 2 hours, being fat ass gluttons, 1 hour. #lincolnsquareyuppieville. so yes, i've had 2 beers. much deserved/needed, may i add.
but not only was holdie bear a downright sweetheart treat today, there were other observations i noted today. a) my son is slowly but surely becoming a fatass. or as i sugarcoat it, my little 'ham,' or 'marshmallow man,' but straight up, dude pretty much doesn't have a neck anymore. just chins. chinville 5000. plus rolls on his arms, wrists, legs, butt, all over the place. they're adorbs - but man, he's becoming a chubster, alright. 'specially when he begins sucker punching me in the boob like, 'more milk!' ok, fattie. . . b) his hand/mind coordination is definitely improving - he'll hit the rattles and know it's him making the sounds; he'll follow my voice and any toys i dangle in front of him to follow the sound with his eyes - he never used to do that and c) dude''s got mad drooling capabilities now. it started with harmless foaming at the mouth, which i interpreted as 'mom i'm hungry,' but now i'm realizing it's more less, put anything, ANYTHING, in my mouth. so i can drool all over it. it's almost cute? but kind of gross.
i'm kind of in love with the idea that my baby's brain is growing, and as a result, so is he. don't get me wrong, i can totally relate to all the other mothers/mommies who tell me to treasure these moments because they go too fast - but i also am convinced that most of them have selective memories and forget the days like i've had earlier in the week and the hell they went to and fro the first couple of months of mommying a newborn. but also, i'll admit i found no joy in packing up holds' first bundle of outgrown newborn onesies/outfits. kinda sad. how will my lil baby boy never fit in his anchor booty shorts and beach bum belly t? aw man. dang. he's a big boy now.
speaking of being a big boy - i discovered last night that we do have a solution in place for H kicking/punching his way outta his swaddles at night, resulting in mom getting no sleep (although i gotta admit, i've been looking worse for the wear on a daily basis - them under eye suitcases are quickly transitioning from overnight bags to weeklong getaway gear - ouch) - instead of wraping homeboy up in his regular muslin swaddles, i dug out the velcro doo-dads that he hates and put him in one of the hardcore burrito wraps - he bawled himself to sleep last night and tonight, but lo and behold, mom only had to wake up 3 times last night vs. a million. so between that and the crib, there's transitions galore for holdie's bedtime - but he's in bed now, so fingers crossed they'll play out until my maternity leave ends in two weeks.
two weeks. seems like no time at all. super bummed. i love my little man - specially when he smiles.
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