clean floors, dirty paws

Remember how I posted about the six week peak?  Supposedly Caches' fussiness would reach a peak at 6 weeks of age and then slowly taper off.  Completely false.  Caches took that six week peak as a challenge and was like oh yeah?  You think that is my peak?   I'll give you screaming and crying...I'll give you a peak!  I'm wondering when he will max out because mommy is considering taking a flying leap off said peak.  Jokes aside, he really is having a hard time with life, the poor guy.  I have cut some things out of my diet, added a few things to his (probiotics, not food) and am currently looking into some noninvasive treatments for him like craniosacral therapy.  We have an appointment tomorrow and my fingers are crossed that it will help. I'll let you know how the therapy goes...if I have a scream free moment to do so. Daddy's ears...love

Yesterday Caches was 2 months old.   Wow, where did the time go.   At his two month Dr. appointment he was  11pounds 1oz 23.5 inches long He also had his belly button (umbilical hernia) treated with silver nitrate.   More about that later And was prescribed a super probiotic for his colic.   More about that later too

He goes all cute on me... If you get seasick watching this I apologize.  I kind of forgot I was filming

We live on the cusp.   Our street is right in the middle of two very different neighborhoods.  The wow, what a gorgeous home neighborhood.  And the holy shit did a hooker just walk by your front window neighborhood.  When we walk the dogs we tend to walk away from the later. In the gorgeous home neighborhood there lives a cat who must be 249 in cat years.  He is always giving the dogs the evil eye as we walk by and I'm like dude, you are totally entitled to the evil eye, as I yank on Abner's leash.  He didn't get the memo that this wasn't a staring contest. Anyway, I haven't seen the cat in a while and yesterday I found out why.  It died and is currently decaying on the side of the house by the road. "Honey, have you seen the cat?" "No, but I looked all over for him.  He must have run away." Dude, he is right there!  He literally took five steps and was like that's it, I'm done, 249 is my limit! CAN'T YOU SMELL HIM?  Good go

Wow, I can't believe it has already been 7 weeks!  7 weeks of sleepless nights and nervous days, constantly wondering if I am doing something wrong and potentially scaring my child for life or maybe just maybe doing something right.  There are so many ups and downs, screaming and singing, smiling and crying; Kind of like I'm trapped in a bipolar musical. And just when I think I have something figured out and for a moment the hills are alive with the sound of music, he goes all Rocky Horror on me. I know I've only just begun on this journey called motherhood, but I can already say that it is the best and most difficult thing I have ever done. 7 Weeks Sooo Sleepy Sneering in my pouch Tiny Bubbles Bunny Ears An all to familiar face...booo

Remember a while back when Ryan suggested we move the elliptical machine into the nursery for motivation to loose the baby weight?  Well, after the baby was born I walked into the office and saw this... So I guess he has changed his tune.  Anyway, I have been wanting to work out since about 4 weeks postpartum, but haven't really found the time or the energy until yesterday when I MADE the time and pretended to have the energy.   My question is this...Is it kind of pathetic that I could hardly complete the workout I used to do when I was 40 weeks pregnant and almost 30 pound heavier?  No?  I didn't think so. Meanwhile, my legs were about to give out on me while doing lap number 468 around the house while bouncing and throwing in a few squats to get this kid to sleep.  Maybe that could be my cardio?  No?  I didn't think so either.

Lately I have been reading over some baby care books when I have a moment or two.  So what I really mean is I have been scanning pages of what I think are books about babies but I'm not 100% sure.  So far each book has pointed out that my already fussy baby is going to hit his peak this week in what is called the six-week peak.   "All babies are most fussy, cry the most, and are most wakeful at six weeks of age." Unfortunately for me, the book speaks the truth But damn, he is cute! I caught a fish thiiiiis big!

The most common bit of unsolicited advice that I received while pregnant was to sleep when the baby sleeps.  OK, fine.  I'm not that great of a sleeper but I know I'll be tired so it sounds good in theory.  I'll go ahead and jot that down in my notes right next to the bit about taking extra special care of myself and stockpiling Tucks pads. Only there's a problem with the whole idea of sleep when the baby sleeps...You can't watch and make sure the baby is breathing if you are sleeping!! And let me tell you how many times it is drilled into your head when you are pregnant that when you have a newborn "back is best" SIDS this and SIDS that, and special monitors that tell you if you baby has stopped breathing, and articles that show up in my inbox about how to prevent my baby from suddenly dying in his sleep!  And you want me to sleep when he is asleep??? No problem, my newborn baby could suddenly and inexplicably die in his sleep but I'll just go ahe

6 weeks ago if you would have asked me how old I felt I would have replied 24.  For some reason 24 always sticks out as the age I want to be.  I have no idea why, it's not like it was a particularly good year, it just seems like a good age to be.  Well, today I feel one hundred and fucking forty seven.  I know that I will sleep again someday, but in the mean time, if you are thinking of buying me a birthday gift, concelar would be useful.  29 Years old today The year that everyone will think I am lying about my age I'll take two!

I put that play mat down and within 20 seconds Abner was like, "Hell yes I want to chew my bone in a Rainforest...with a baby!!!"

For the first few weeks of Caches' life, Abner took it upon himself to watch his every move and make sure he knew where he was at all times.  He also shot us dirty looks and/or ran to us every time Caches cried as though we were intentionally hurting him, laid underfoot ALL DAY causing a few tripping incidents and sat on the small part of my lap not taken up by Caches' body each time I nursed him.  Basically he was an overly needy, royal pain in the ass...so nothing much new. Slowly, over the course of the next few weeks, he became less worried that we were going to hurt his future playmate and started to give us a little space.  Unfortunately he also decided to boycott eating, pout and walk around with a depressed look on his face all day, his ears positioned in the "I'm in trouble aren't I?" pose.  I am pretty sure the reason was either doggy post pardom depression or him realizing that he wasn't the baby anymore.  Abner has grown accustomed to an ob

Hello An early morning scream session Hanging with aunt Brittany

This is pretty much what I wake up to each morning.  Of course Lilly, Georgia and Ryan are usually also in the bed.  Do you think they make a bed bigger than California King for crazy people who let all their creatures cuddle?

I JUST promised last week that I'd post a picture each week of Caches and I already missed the one month/4week shot on Friday.  How is it that something as simple as taking a photo, uploading it and posting it to a blog can suddenly be so effin' complicated!  If I have a moment to do it my brain forgets...it is really just a lose lose situation.  Oh well, at least I remembered to clean up the cat vomit within 2 hours of it happening today. 4 Weeks/One Month Brothers   Tummy Time...it lasts about 45 seconds and then he is pissed Promise to post some decent quality pictures that aren't from my phone in the near future...if I remember.