Archive for March, 2009

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Parker Week 11 – Signs of Love…

March 27, 2009
Happy Baby!

Happy Baby!

When babies are first born, they say that they can already recognize your voice, and that it doesn’t take long before they can also recognize your scent.  After a month or so, they can begin to recognize your face.  All this leads to them associating you as a primary caretaker.  When they have needs, you respond to them (and based on the amount of crying involved, you’ll respond pretty quickly!)

It takes a little while before babies start showing signs of pleasure at seeing you.  For a few weeks now, Parker has been showing signs that he recognizes me, and is happy to see me.  When I pick him up from day care, or after a nap, or put him down on the changing table he sees my face, gets a big grin on his face and wiggles his whole body.  It’s adorable, and it’s clear that he is happy to see me.  It’s similar to my post about Xander when he was just starting at day care.

I think it takes babies a while to learn about their parents, but it’s nice to start seeing those signs that they might actually love us almost as much as we love them.

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I survived 5 days as a single parent!

March 26, 2009

I have always had tons of admiration for single parents.  Parenting is a tough job when there are two people around to share the burden.  Taking all of that on by yourself can sometimes seems like an insurmountable task.  More kids means the challenge starts to look a little more like Mission Impossible.

Last Saturday Zach flew to Philidelphia for a conference.  I spent Saturday night and Sunday at my in-law’s house, which was a life saver because I had two extra sets of hands to help me with all of those tasks involved in parenting a toddler and an infant.  Sunday night the three of us traveled home, and began a 3 day adventure in single parenting.  Sunday night wasn’t very difficult since both kids were asleep by the time we got home.  I wisked Xander to bed, left Parker sleeping in his car seat and spent the next hour prepping everything I could for the next day.  I think I went a little preparation crazy as I not only picked out clothes for the three of us, and packed diaper bags but I also emptied the dishwasher, cleaned and re-filled the pellett stove, set out supplies for tea and pulled out cereal bars for breakfast.

Monday morning went pretty smoothly – Parker took a nap in his bassinet after nursing and Xander and I got up and ready to go, then we woke Parker up and the three of us trundled off to day care and work.  Monday evening was a different story.  While Xander rarely exhibits any jealousy towards Parker, he decided Monday night that he needed undivided mommy time.  Over a month ago I had arranged for our local babysitter to come home with me after school and be an extra set of hands for a few hours.  Unfortunately, she learned late last week that her first tennis practices were Monday and Tuesday so she bailed on me.  I can’t really blame her – she’s a freshman in high school, and trying to fit in and start a new sport is tough enough without missing the first two practices.  At any rate, I had lost my helper, so I attempted to jiggle Parker and Xander.  Parker was fussy, but every time I picked him up, Xander would dissolve into tears.  If I put Parker down to comfort Xander, he would start screaming as well.  Both of the boys screamed and cried for pretty much an hour straight that evening.  I was ready to plop everyone in the car and drive to Philidelphia at that point.  Finally, I convinced Xander that if I could get Parker calmed down, he would sleep and I would have time to spend with him.  This happened, and I managed to cook some spaghetti (which Xander refused to eat…) and the rest of our evening went relatively smoothly.  Then Xander peed through his diaper about 3am, necessating a change of clothes, and Parker woke up at 4am wanting to eat, so sleep was fleeing on Monday night.

Tuesday morning went pretty well (again with lots of prep work after the boys fell asleep on Monday night).  Tuesday evening was a little better as well.  We splurged on Chinese food, so I didn’t have to worry about cooking.  A friend came over with her 8 year old son for dinner, which was a nice distraction.  Since Xander needed a bath, we did that before company arrived.  We’ve been slowly working on potty training with Xander, but he isn’t expressing much interest in using the big boy potty, and we aren’t forcing the issue.  So, after I filled the tub and got Xander undressed, I asked him if he needed to use the potty.  He said no, so in he went.  About two minutes later he stood up in the tub, and I could see that he needed to get on that toilet a.s.a.p.  So, I flipped up the lid, spun around, lifted him out of the tub and onto the toilet.  Unfortunately, I was not swift enough.  Not only was there poop in the tub, but also on the floor, on the toilet, on Xander and on me…  While I stood there waiting for Xander to finish up on the toilet, he peed on me as well (my son – always thorough…)  So, after a wardrobe change for me and a clean towel wrapped around Xander, I emptied the tub, threw the toys in the sink to be scrubbed, then scrubbed the tub, refilled it, and plopped Xander back in it for a second attempt.  This whole time of course, Parker is screaming in frustration that no one is paying attention to him.  Never a dull moment, right?  Luckily, the rest of the evening went much more smoothly.

By Wednesday the three of us were starting to settle into a routine – lots and lots of work for mommy, holding a boy in each arm, and much less sleep, but we were surviving, and there were no real fiascos on Wednesday.  Zach got home about 8pm on Wednesday evening and other than over-sleeping Thursday morning, thing seem to be getting back to normal.  I know I can manage single parenthood in small bursts if I have to, but it is a heck of a lot more work and I’m not looking forward to a repeat performance anytime soon.  I can’t imagine being a single parent permanently – I have so much respect for parents who do it all the time.

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Post pregnancy weight loss

March 26, 2009

I rarely discuss weight on my blog – mostly because I’m not usually happy with mine.  With Xander, I gained about 30 pounds, and it took me a while to get back to my normal weight.  Even after I was back to “normal”, my body had shifted from pregnancy.  There was flab where there hadn’t been flab before.  Things seemed to have permanently shifted on me (like my belly button which will never be the same).  Since I knew I wanted another baby, and I didn’t want to wait too many years before having one, I didn’t feel overly motivated to work hard to lose weight knowing that I’d be doing it all over again in a few years.

With Parker, I only gained about 20 pounds.  I didn’t do much differently in this pregnancy, other than chase a 2 year old around of course ;-)   Somehow, I was back into pre-pregnancy clothes about 3 weeks after he was born.  When I went back for my 6 week checkup (I was rescheduled, so it was really 8 weeks), I had dropped 10 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight.  This was super encouraging!  Without any real effort, I had somehow shed 10 pounds!  Of course, I have no idea where those 10 pounds disappeared from, since I was still the same pant and shirt size as I was before.

Now, about a month later, I’ve lost another 9 pounds – almost 20 pounds less than what I was before I became pregnant.  This is definitely cause for celebration, but again, I haven’t dropped the weight anywhere I notice it – still in the same pants and shirts…  Still have that irritating baby flab (more so now that I’ve gone through 2 pregnancies).  Quite a few people have commented on my weight loss, but I still can’t see it.

So, in entirely a-typical fashion, I’ve dropped 40 pounds in 3 months, but other than the large baby bump that was Parker, I have no idea where the weight disappered from.  I also haven’t done anything differently – still drinking completely fatty soda, still eating an occasional chocolate, still putting lots of sugar in my tea…  I’m very excited to be loosing weight, and can only attribute it to breastfeeding and less eating out.  As the weather warms up, I’m hoping to get out more, take walks with the boys, etc. and hopefully continue my weightloss and maybe then I’ll start to notice the changes that everyone else is seeing…

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Parker Week 10 – Coo Coo Cachoo!

March 25, 2009

Babies don’t have many favorite activities – sleeping and eating seem to round out the list for quite a long time. Sometime around 2 or 3 months, they start to get a little more interactive. Parker has decided that his newest favorite activity is having “coo conversations”. I talk to Parker all the time, and when we make eye contact, he seems to watch what I’m doing. However, when he coos and I coo back at him, he smiles and wiggles and becomes much more engaged in the activity. This has lead to regular “coo conversations” in our house – even Xander gets involved sometimes. It’s not always the most exciting conversation, but it’s lots of fun to see how much enjoyment Parker gets from it, and as the experts say, we’re hopefully setting him up for good language and conversation skills down the road. So, for now, two languages can be heard in our house – English, and Baby Coo (though Parker is the only one who can interpret the latter…)

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Xander Week 110 – Best Friend Update

March 19, 2009

Last week I was so worried about Xander and his potential heartbreak. Apparently all that worry was unnecessary. When I picked Xander up from day care that day, he apparently had not told Leanne that she was his best friend. I’m not sure if he forgot, chickened out, or just didn’t see her. When I asked him who his best friend was, he told me Nicholas (a boy in his room, about 6 months younger than Xander). The next day, his answer was Katie (a girl in his room about 9 months older).

It turns out, Xander’s answer varies from day to day. Today it might be Leanne, but tomorrow it might be Carver or Katie or Nicholas. Apparently it’s completely fine with 2-year-olds to be fickle with your “best friend” status, and it’s totally ok to have multiple best friends. I don’t know if I’ve gotten too old to understand the culture, or if they just haven’t figured out the whole best friend game yet. Either way, it appears to be a game amongst them, and every day we get a new and usually entertaining answer about who Xander’s best friend is – I can’t wait to find out what he will tell me when I pick him up this evening!