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Parker Week 34 – Crawling (Sort of…)

August 29, 2009

Parker can crawl!  Although, the fact that he can doesn’t mean that he always does…  During the past two months or so Parker has gotten very good at belly scooting.  He can get anywhere he wants to go on his belly, and he’s pretty quick (especially when he’s attempting to tip over the cat’s water bowl, which reminds me, I’ve got to move that out of reach again…)  I think his ability to scoot on his belly delayed his desire to crawl.  He’s been able to get up on all fours and rock back and forth for months now, be he didn’t get any momentum forward until the past few days.  Now he’ll crawl (really crawl) for a few steps before flopping back onto his belly.  I’m guessing it’ll only be a matter of time before he discovers that crawling is indeed a faster mode of transportation than belly scooting.

Also, have I mentioned that his 3rd tooth has popped through?   Three teeth before 8 months!  He’s got quite the set of chompers…

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Parker Week 33 – Swimming Adventures

August 24, 2009
Parker at the beach

Parker at the beach

Here is my upfront warning, this post is about poop.  All about poop and pretty much nothing else.  If you don’t want to read about baby poop misadventures, check out some other posts, but you’ll probably want to skip this one.

Last week was incredibly hot and unbearably humid.  We have a pretty full schedule after work with baths, dinner, and bedtime routines, but last week we blew all of those off to swim.  It’s August, and the hot weather won’t last forever, and our kids are only little once, so we decided it was more important to swim than to grocery shop or cook dinner.

On Monday night I couldn’t wait to get into the water.  We got home after work, and threw on our swim suits.  Xander wears a suit that has a life preserver built into the shirt.  Parker is still in little swimmers and swim trunks.  After we were all dressed, I threw some towels into a tote bag and we were out the door.  We drove to the next town over where the town beach is open and free after 5pm.  We pulled into the dirt driveway and got Xander out of his seat.  As soon as I picked Parker up, I could smell that he needed a diaper change, stat.

I turned to Zach and told him that Parker had pooped, but we only had 1 wipe in the car…  I think we both had a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights look on our faces at that point.  I had never been so glad that Xander spilled an entire cup of juice in the car before – because we had forgotten a roll of paper towels in the back seat.

So while Xander is practically bouncing out of his skin with excitement about swimming, I set a fussy Parker down in the back of our SUV to attempt to change his diaper.  As I pull of his swim trunks, I discover that his little swimmer indeed isn’t designed for the massive amount of poo that he has produced.  How so I discover this?  That’s right folks, by diving in and getting a hand full of poo.  By now, Parker is completely unimpressed with me.  He starts to wiggle and complain, and in the process, tosses is pacifier into a pile of poo.  Great, now we can’t even attempt to soothe him with a pacifier…

I finally get the poop-filled swim trunks off, and then go to work on the little swimmer.  If you’ve ever used a little swimmer, you’ll recall that they don’t come on and off like regular diapers.  They are built more like underwear – meant to slide up and down.  I don’t know who designed these diapers, but they clearly have never tried to pull a soggy diaper of wet, wiggly baby legs before.  Of course, in the process of pulling this poorly designed diaper off, I dropped a large pile of poo onto the diaper changing pad.

By this time, we are rapidly running out of paper towels.  Xander has be-bopped all over the parking lot, and I think it’s a miracle that no one has run him over yet.  Parker is red-faced and screaming at the top of his lungs.  He and I are covered in poop, and Zach is trying to manage the growing mound of poop filled paper towels, and clothing.  We are looking like awesome parents right now.

I finally get a majority of the poo contained, and break out my one wipe for a little detail work.  We eventually get another little swimmer onto the poor kid, and all four of us trudge to the beach and then promptly into the water.

If you haven’t met me before, then you wouldn’t know that I am usually the over-prepared one.  I’m the one with 3 changes of clothes for everyone, 6 extra diapers and an entire container of wipes.  I’m known to pack 2 or 3 bags if we’re going to be gone for a whole day.  I’m never without supplies.  I think the heat must have gotten to me, but I most definitely learned my lesson – we will never travel without a diaper bag again…

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Parker Week 32 – He Slept!!!

August 12, 2009

A few nights ago I thought my baby might never sleep again.  He slept three hours that night, and they were not consecutive.  I’m not sure how I made it through work without falling asleep in my chair.  But last night, oh last night was blissful.  Zach put Parker to sleep just after 7pm.  We’ve got a good bedtime routine now – bath, dinner, books, bottle, bed.  Xander was in bed and books read and lights out just about 8pm (after two trips to the bathroom and a lengthy discussion of what we were doing tomorrow).  Zach and I were both in bed by 11pm.  Xander woke me around 4ish looking for his binky, but that was a quick trip.

Then at 5am I woke myself, completely paranoid that Parker must have stopped breathing.  Usually he wakes us pretty consistently 3 times each night.  Once around 11pm, then again sometime between 2am and 3am, and then finally around 5am.  If we’re lucky, we can get him back to sleep for another hour or so after that last time.  This has been our routine for a few months now.  It’s not great, but we’re used to it, and we’ve been hopeful that someday soon Parker would start to grow out of at least one of those middle of the night wake-ups.

Knowing that I would not be able to return to slumber without checking, and also knowing that I had a 50% chance of waking the baby up, I went into Parker’s room to check.  He had somehow done a complete 180 degree flip in his crib, and was sleeping on his stomach, but he was breathing and since I hadn’t yet woken him, I didn’t want to mess with him by flipping him back over, etc., so I crept back to bed, and smiled the blissful smile of a parent whose child has just slept through the night for the first time in a long, long time.

Let me repeat that – he slept through the night!  7pm to 6:15am!  Over 11 hours straight!  When I got him dressed this morning I told him that he needs to repeat that performance every night from now until the day he moves out of our house.  And since all little boys listen and follow their mommies exact instructions, I’m sure that will happen any day now ;-)

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Bye Bye Mommy!

July 30, 2009

I’m leaving for a conference on Sunday for work.  This is the first conference I’ve been to since 2005 – well before Xander was born.  Aside from 1 week when Xander was 6 months old, this is the longest I will have been away from my children, ever.  And I have never left them home with their dad, not even for one overnight.  It sounds bad when I write it that way, but it hasn’t been intentional – it just hasn’t worked out that I’ve needed to be away from home for long.  I have complete faith that everything will be just fine at home while I’m gone.  I know that it’s a lot of work to juggle our two boys, but Zach can handle it.  Their clothes might not match when they leave for day care, and they might have a few crumbs still smeared on their faces, but they’ll be clean, and well fed and happy.

But, being the worrier that I am, I do worry.  I worry that Xander won’t have shifted back to preferring Daddy tuck him in before I go.  I worry that Zach will be just exhausted when I get home if Parker doesn’t sleep well.  I worry that I won’t be around when Parker finally learns to crawl.  I worry that I’ll be shy and nervous and won’t network well at my conference.  I worry that I won’t have the right clothes – I’ll be over dressed, or under dressed or too hot or too cold.  I worry that my computer won’t connect to the UVM network and I’ll be disconnected for a whole week (ack!)  I worry that living in a dorm for a week will really be as uncomfortable as I remember.  I worry that I’ll get lost, driving there, or walking around or both.  Most of all, I worry that everything will be more than fine at home, it’ll be great and it’ll turn out that my boys really don’t need me around as much as I had led myself to believe…  And then I feel bad worrying about that, because isn’t that the best possible scenario if everyone is happy and content?

But, regardless of everything else, I will get four straight nights of uninterrupted blissful sleep, and that in itself is worth all of the worrying!

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Dilemma

July 25, 2009

So, when you are home alone in a house with a 6 month old baby, and a 2 year old boy, and the sleeping baby wakes up screaming while the 2 year old is pooping on the “big boy potty” what do you do?  Well, if you’re me, you let the baby scream for a minute or two, and then realize that the poop project might take a little while, so you dash upstairs to the bassinet and put the pacifier back in the 6 month old’s mouth in a futile attempt to get him back to sleep.  When you get back downstairs less than a minute later you’ll find your 2 year old walking through the house with his pants around his ankles saying “mama, will you wipe me?” (yes, as soon as you get that poopy bottom back where it belongs!)  And of course, while you are wiping your 6 month old will wake up again.  Ahhh, the joys of motherhood…

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